Horses & Other Interests
Photo project from my Instagram feed, @rodneyssaga.
[Previous February & March]
Specific: 23 photos
14 horse-related
10 food-related, human or equine
4 miscellaneous
General: Started Instagram as a blog tie-in [Rodney’s Instagram]. Did this instead. A single object each day. Nothing to do with the blog. Occasionally to do with horses. Published here for archival purposes.
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
I need glasses.
That’s not the good bit. Since I have maxed out the number on my OTC readers, I was not surprised to hear that I need a prescription.
The welcome news is that the doctor predicts new glasses will make me feel better. Apparently compensating for imperfect vision leaves one with feelings of tiredness and general malaise.
Exactly!
This would explain why I have been drinking my bodyweight in soda, but still slugging around the house. Why I have had to dig deep to achieve the slightest amount of exercise. And why I have felt compelled to hit myself over the head with the biggest hammer available [Inside My Head]. WHAM!
I have been blaming my tooth. That has been the answer often enough in the past [Today, 2nd paragraph]. My medical advisor said no. We hit it hard enough last fall that it should not be giving me problems. Since then, I have been blaming my tooth and my medical advisor. Mea culpa.
I did not mention any of this to the doctor. Why would I? She’s an eye doctor. To a GP, maybe, but why would you talk moods to your eye doc? So, the advice was unprompted. Unless my crows feet were wearing galoshes.
I feel better already. I feel better knowing there is a reason. I feel better knowing there is a reason that makes theoretical sense and fits the data. I feel better knowing that I am not – completely – a useless puddle of sloth (the deadly sin, not the cuddly critter [The Bloggess: The man deserves a damn medal]).
How does this affect you, Gentle Reader? By and large, y’all stop by for amusing horse shenanigans, not for my latest medical report. In my life, everything eventually ends up at the barn. Hope requires energy. I have not had a surplus of either lately. As my zest for life increases, my enthusiasm to work with Rodney & Milton will increase. If I am at least attempting progress at home, I predict more faith in myself with the Saddlebreds [Nerves Update]. Result, more adventures, less whinging, more entertaining posts. Win, win, win.
Finally, this fuels to my long-held belief that the mind-body duality is a myth.
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
Between car trouble and schedule conflicts, I haven’t had a lesson in several weeks. We have a show coming up. Therefore, I am fitting a month’s worth of lessons into a week.
Whimper.
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Katherine Walcott
I’ve talked a lot about Rodney’s back injury [Daddy Dearest, Piling on the Therapy]. I haven’t mentioned the scar on his other side, pictured here. It is from, we were told, an altercation with a doorlatch. The entire scar is 10″ long. The section with underlying muscle damage is 5″ long. The deep divot that reaches down to his ribs is about 1 1/2″ long. I’ve worked on it over the years: massaging it, applying whatever unguents we are putting on his back [Australian Dream Cream, Zheng Gu Shui]. No change. Although it lies under the saddle flap, it doesn’t seem to bother him. Not that I’ve had much chance to test that premise.
When Rodney goes into panic mode, he completely loses his proprioception [Reference Photos].
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
Milton does bother not to look for an open hay pile. He finds Rodney and pushes him away. Nice guy.
From the same reader in Mexico who bought us, Hipico Del Mar.
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Gratuitous Grammar
Better Writing Skills: Where do we put the apostrophe in Mother’s Day?
Inspired by She Moved to Texas: A Postcard a Day, I resurrected my Postcrossing account.
The goal of this project is to allow people to receive postcards from all over the world … if you send a postcard, you will receive one back from a random Postcrosser from somewhere in the world … turn your mailbox into a box of surprises.
The profile allows one to add requests. I said that I would appreciate whatever they chose to send. However, if it where to be horse-related, the postcard could double as a blog post.
Et voila!
Google says: Beautiful Friesland, Friese Klederdracht with gig
Postcard by Leers Fotodrukindustrie
Postcard by Barbara D. Livingston, horse racing photographer.
The Colorado card came with a folded Budweiser Clydesdale card. The idea was for the user to detach the cards, send one, and keep the other side with Clydesdales factoids on the back. The sender was kind enough to send everything in an envelope to keep the two-part card in one piece.
Clydesdale postcard by Anheuser-Busch.
Colorado postcard by Impact Photographics.
Previous RS Postcards
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
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