As I've written here before, I give lessons part-time at the nice training facility near my house that is owned by my long-time friend, Sue. She also coached me when I was showing our homebred warmbloods and she still coaches my sister at horse shows. Lately, since she has so many young greenies in training, Sue has been paying me to come over once a week and ride a few horses for her. That's all fine and dandy, except that this week it's been ungodly hot. I mean, like 103 degrees. And might I remind you, it's only the middle of June. To make matters more undignified, Sue is gone. Where is she? On vacation. In HAWAII. So while she's sipping some tropical drink concocted with pineapple juice, and sashaying around a beachfront hotel in a sarong, I'm trying to figure out how to un-stick my half-chaps from my jeans. With that visual image in your head, here is my little photo essay of today's activities:
Here I am aboard Zac, a young warmblood gelding. I am conveying how hot it is. Can you tell I took Theatre Arts 101 in college?
Once I DID succeed in prying the half-chaps from my jeans, I got to sit in the shade to give a lesson to Veronica, one of my students. She hauled in her project horse for me to give her my opinion on the mare. My opinion? Someone needs to turn on the air conditioner.
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