Cliff and I took off on the motorcycle around 9:30, thinking the sun would come out and warm things up. We were going to go to Sedalia, perhaps eat a steak, and return home.
Unfortunately, it didn't warm up fast enough to suit us. We aborted the trip at 50 highway and came back home to warm up.
By 1 PM the temperature was perfect for bike-riding, but we were out of the mood. So I rode Blue to town, said hi to my daughter and granddaughters, and then rode on some back roads and across a few fields.
Once Blue was put up, I worked with Libby, and took her into the shop; Blue won't set foot in the shop.
"Damn," Cliff said, "You've already got her so dead-headed she won't move outta the way when I go through the gate."
But there was admiration in his voice.
The girls and I were going to bring Libby in the house the other day, and she refused; so we're working on that. (Don't laugh, the house isn't nearly as neat and clean as the shop... a little horse-poop wouldn't hurt anything.)
You don't think a horse should be in the house? Then I guess you haven't met Patches. Everybody should have a house-horse. To meet Patches, click HERE.
I wish you all good times and happy memories such as I have.