Last night’s blogpost was called on account of horses. Instead of didactically, pedantically, and ranticiliously (new word) going on and on about whether there are more bad teachers or bad principals in the public school world, I was walking a horse under a moonless, starry sky, playing a very small part in trying to prevent a colic.
Worriedly walking fast in deep arena footing in the dark along with a possibly sick horse…you kinda realize what really matters. Everything looks okay this very early morning, but the older guy we know as “Volare” (pictured, badly, above) is a damn sight more important than any pointless blather I can make about public school teacher firing policies.
And with a 7:30 staff meeting this morning, more pointless blather will have to wait. I’m not much of an artist, but I think I’ll spend the meeting doodling horses on the agenda and other “important” documents handed out at the meeting.
Pet something you love today.