Awareness of the outside world. Blue dot in a red state. I have not inquired into what my deeply red neighbors think of current events. I’m pretty sure I already know the answer. Do you live among like-minded souls or are you a vox clamantis?
Back in March, I said that Rodney has to reinvent the wheel at every property.
We go through the same process at each new place. [Peeling The Emotional Onion]
I forgot it.
Headed back to Full Circle Horse Park.
Not new places, plural. Each new place, singular.
He was fine at FCHP. Just three steps further back along the adjustment process that I had been expecting. He was still at the walk and look and stare stage. No trotting. No tiny cross rails.
He does not generalize. He has to wind down at each new place. I have no idea why.
On a side note, he kept staring at the cross-country course.
‘What’s that? Over there? Cross-country? I’d be great at that. Dunno what it is, but I’d be great at it.’
He walked around the tiny little logs like a kid in a candy store. One has to pay extra for XC schooling, so we didn’t walk over any jumps. Trotting was out. Way too much pressure in the tea kettle. Still, he seemed to be having a grand time.
Maybe he knows something. That would be nice.
Stay safe. Stay sane.