So today was pretty cool--I ended up going to bed at around 10ish PST, which meant 1 AM EST... and I'd been up since 3 AM EST, or midnight PST. I was toast.
I ended up waking up at what turned out to be 6 AM PST, and I just kind of drifted in and out of sleep for a while - Jen sacrificed her studio to turn it into a bedroom for me, and I had a futon and a fan... what more can a girl want? Either way, slept really well - didn't miss my water bed. I'm half-tempted when I move out to seriously consider getting my own bed that's not a water bed.
We watched Definitely, Maybe, and had omelets and toast for breakfast. Jen was worried that the weather was going to suck, since it was predicting rain and cold temperatures. Slightly chilly, but nothing I couldn't handle with a t-shirt and shorts. I am in heaven. This weather was fantastic - we got a bit of rain in the afternoon, but it was otherwise gorgeous. So what's a girl to do? Ride horses! I've been on a horse once in my life. That's it. So we took out the enormous 18-hand Belgian mare, Becky, and we went through grooming and brushing, and how to tack up. She loves faking people with the cinch--blowing out her stomach so to make the cinch not be as set as it should be. Further more, Becky is the boss mare of the herd - I quickly learned that sweetness and manners got me nowhere with her. My crooning was essentially earning me a big 'go fuck yourself, sweetcheeks' from the horse.
So, tacked up, and led outside... time to mount up.
In case you didn't know it already, I am short, dumpy, and front-loaded with an apron-gut. This mare is fucking huge. We had a little step stool for a mounting block, and I was trying to boost myself with my weaker leg, the one that's had more sports injuries. And this did not go well. Five tries later, with Jen holding onto the other side for dear life, I was about ready to give up and watch her ride, because there was no way in hell I could see myself getting on this horse short of a ladder....
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