Rodney’s spring lameness [SitRep] slid in my somewhat annual snit over his lot in life. Although, archives would indicate that the two happened concurrently [Saga]. Sigh.
Once he was sound, he was anxious and edgy to ride. It was easier to concentrate on the next show and push Rodney to the back burner, or occasionally completely off the stove. Sigh.
To be clear, this is MY dissatisfaction with Rodney’s life. Rodney is perfectly happy with the way things have shaken out. Sigh.
Part of the problem was coming up with his age for the Art Week post [Day 5]. I mean, sure, I knew approximately how old he was. But that’s different from confirming the number and & committing it to print. No way to sugarcoat it. Twenty is old for a horse. Most horses have graduated to retirement or to working retirement by 20. Rodney retired at 11. Apparently. Sigh.
Frustration leads to despair leads to whining when I should be grateful leads to guilt at not feeling grateful enough. Thus commences the whole majestic spin cycle that is my relationship with Rodney. Sigh.
As far as the blog goes, taking the focus off Rodney [Back To Blogging] has improved my continuity. Plus having Milton to blog about. I post about Milton. I go off to fret about Rodney. Sigh.
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
Virtual Brush Box 
Hey, some people like early retirement.
Rodney seems to.
Actually, I think he’d love a job, if he could wrap his mind around it.