Yesterday’s wild and wooly rain storm gave way to sunny skies and chilly temperatures (62 with 20kts of wind), and we were poolside as soon as the girls could get their suits on this morning. Andy and I were literally poolside, wrapped in extra towels to keep our legs warm and hunkered against the wind gusts, while the girls swam and played like it was nothing, thanks to the heated pool and the numbing skin effect of being 5 and 8 years old.
For a big treat afterward we went to the stable where Vanessa boards her horse, Torry. Lily had a lesson on Barney, who we were told was 29 years old. When I asked the owner if it was just something he told people every year on his birthday, she looked at me like the 24 year old that she was. I could swear Barney winked at me though, that old jokester.
While they did their thing, Vanessa saddled up Torry so that Violet and I could take a few turns around the ring for Violet’s debut riding experience. She loved it, as I knew she would. That now makes two kids interested in a sport too expensive and too conflicting with their parents’ expensive interest. It’s a good thing grown ups rule, isn’t it?!
My favorite part of the barn were the two misfits, so to speak, that just lurked and followed us around like dogs: Goat the goat, and Nene the pony. (Ironically the one barn dog was really skittish.) Goat tried his best to eat Violet’s jacket, which she barely noticed, since she was so busy watching the horses in their stalls, and Nene just looked confused and a little dirty, but shuffled around among us like a man without a plan.
Now we join the ranks of most of America, eating snacks for dinner in front of the TV while waiting for the $5 million commercial slots. Go, er… Broncos?