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Yesterday's circle, with red blood cells, which seem to have morphed into roses. I think there is a tendency here, when contemplating oxygen transfer to revert to roses. Maybe it is just the curliques.

Yesterday's ride was exploratory to see how dreadful the footing was, and in fact it was not hardly dreadful at all so we did some trotting and cantering as well as stretchy walking and bold facing down of dogs. And wading in the ice free pond. Kaboose likes water.

Last night I was awarded the year end champion Training level senior for the collected shows last year with Image. It make me and J cry, and she was the one handing them out. It was a funny and raucous night. The best part was actually the essays on why people who were not eligible for an award should get one anyhow. There was a brave bold kid with a new pony who'd had... issues, and a woman recuperating from a broken leg who had to halt when she felt the screws coming loose in the plate in her leg, and a short diatribe from the (really fancy superstar, like won gold in the PanAm games) horse complaining about his available pas de deux partners. They were all great.

Alice was home miserable today, so I kept her company. Once she perked up we ran many errands and the house is emptier than it was.

And then I made this circle.

which is all about ears and what gets whispered into them. Also illustrations of a stirrup, anvil and hammer, because the imagery involved pleases me.

I know, I know; all the things you hear go into your ears, like loud and horrible noises as well as pleasant things and treasured words, but I am choosing to focus on the nice things.