Missouri temperatures are rising, and it's too hot to ride the horse any time after 10 in the morning.
The granddaughters get here between 6 and 7 A.M. and leave for school at 7:45, so I can't ride at sunup, which is when I really love to be out and about. I am, after all, a die-hard morning person. By the time Cliff and I take our walk, it's already pretty hot.
"Poor me. I can't ride my horse without suffocating from the heat," I whined to myself.
When my pity-party was over, I realized these girls are 9 and 11 years old. Cliff is in the house, in bed asleep, so they wouldn't really be alone if an emergency were to arise. I carry a cell phone when I ride, which gives me a way to check in with them. The worst possible thing that could happen is that they might start fussing and arguing and wake Cliff up. And that would only happen once, believe me.
So I rode this morning. It was wonderful.
Why, oh why, have I waited so long to do this?