As we were taking our morning walk in the pasture, Cliff decided we ought to go for a motorcycle ride, since the forecast was for temperatures near 60. Sounded fine to me, just so we're home in time for the girls to get out of school.
But Cliff came inside at 9 AM, ready to ride, telling me he'd started the Honda. The temperature was barely above forty degrees, and I was less than enthusiastic; but hey, I'm game for a ride almost any time. I put on three sweatshirts, and pulled a pair of sweatpants over my jeans... then my leathers. I could barely move, but by george, I wasn't going to freeze!
Cliff sold his chaps because, since his weight loss, they were much too big. He's going to take mine as soon as I get the smaller ones I ordered from Ebay. But for today, he had no chaps. He wore coveralls, and soon admitted it was really too cold to be out on a motorcycle. We went to a place across the river that Cliff loves, Scotts Bargain Barn. There isn't a thing in there that interests me, but he can spend hours looking at nuts, bolts, and other assorted boring things. I was prepared: I had my Readers' Digest with me, and sat outside in the sun reading while he had a blast shopping.
This afternoon I ponied Libby for the longest time yet, and she did the best she's ever done. At first she kept laying back her ears and threatening to bite Blue's shoulder or my leg, but as soon as I'd make the "wrong answer" buzzer sound, she'd stop. After the first five minutes she started behaving and stayed right at Blue's shoulder, where she's supposed to be when I lead her.
After that session, which lasted probably forty-five minutes, I groomed her and led her around the yard. The local Walking Horse breeder and trainer drove by, rolled down his window, and yelled, "Hey, where'd you get that mule? I'll give you a hundred dollars for her if she's got papers."
Ha ha. So funny I forgot to laugh, as my kids used to say.
Anyway, it's been a good day.
By the way, the temperature never did get much over fifty.