That's me and my horse Blue, standing in the sunlight on this 100-degree day. No, I haven't gone for a horseback ride. In fact, it's been around a month, I'd say, since I've ridden. A couple of weeks before vacation, Blue lost his two front shoes, which means I couldn't ride him on gravel or pavement, lest I break off his hooves, or wear them off, and do damage. Just before our trip to Colorado, the farrier was here and shod my horse. It was too hot to ride when we returned home. When it did cool off, Blue had managed to lose a front shoe again (in dry weather, his feet chip really easily and don't grow very fast). And it got hot again.
Yesterday evening my twenty-year-old grandson, Arick, called to ask if he could come and get Blue for a trail ride with friends. I told him it would be fine, but Blue was missing a shoe.
Turns out there was an Amish farrier at the place from which he was calling, so Arick said he'd just have the guy put a new shoe on.
Arick was taking my horse for his friend, Michelle, to ride; she's scared of most horses, but trusts Blue. Turns out her step-mom was the one who ended up riding him the most.
"Grandma, they want your horse, bad" Arick said. "But I told them you said you'd never sell him."
I had a brief lapse of "common sense", and said, "Well... maybe if they were willing to pay $2,000...".
Cliff was excited about the prospect of possibly selling the horse, and said, "You haven't been riding him lately, and you always said when the time came you weren't riding a horse, you'd sell him."
It took about five minutes for me to come to my senses.
Sure, it's hot. But it won't always be summertime. It would be terrible not to have the option, on a spring or autumn morning, of saddling up and going for a ride. What was I thinking?
The heat must have been baking my brain for me to even consider selling the best horse I ever had.
But I'm OK now, and Blue is staying. Some time ago, the local horse-trader tried to talk me into letting him buy Blue and I told him, "I wouldn't take $10,000 for this horse!"
The only way he leaves is if we have to have a farm sale and move to town.