Observations

Jill didn't even notice that the standardbred stable mascot was a stallion. Was he well behaved or what?! She was glad that her boss had already said she was worth her weight in gold, had hinted about needing riding lessons and showed her the young filly she would learn/teach to jog (the term for running round the practice track with a sulky and yer shades).

And, it had not gone un-noticed how CUTE all(both) the farriers on the property were...
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When the had their first date
"well, you are the first woman i have ever seen just get in my truck like that" Jim said
"what was i supposed to do?" Jill asked, not getting what he meant, and settling herself after stepping so high up into the cab, and slamming the door between them. Jim walked around to the driver's side smiling, "its so high. its so messy" he was imitating a woman's voice, and then said that most girls at least ask for help.
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could it be that one of the men in that recent riding class was 76?
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Jim was surprised and amused to see Jill smack the Sandman, with a backhand the colt did not see coming, as tried to get a little nippy over the stall door. The guests to the barn that day had laughed to see the brood mare drink the bucket right from the chore girl's not-yet-20-years in the making-arms, with the foal snooping around over momma's neck. With her hands full, Jill had nothing to push the nosy filly's face back with, so had used repeated pecks on the accidental pet's muzzle.
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"you are sure lucky you found this place"
"seems so to me"
"these are good people here"
"seems so to me"
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Tank Tops to Leg Cramps

are expressly written out of the appropriate riding apparel rules of two of the places i like to ride. like sandals as a safety issue?

at several other places i participate in horse activities, they are permitted.

in florida, i took it upon myself to address the risk issue with the boss. i said that while i was schooling Ellie dressage the day prior, while the lesson the boss was teaching was going on, i ended up boiling hot, but/because i didn't dare to take off my short sleeve shirt;
because all i had on underneath it was this: and i showed the boss the tank-with shelf yoga wear the flatchested me generally wears in leui of a bra.

the boss thought that such dress code would be fine, for hacking around the sunny private property, as long as i didn't think i could ride a sales horse for a potential buyer wearing something like that. just like jeans were okay sometimes. the boss also threatened to send a note to a former mentor, feigning surprise that i had initiated "topless tuesdays" ha ha ha
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When driving back from Florida, Jill used the cruise control for the very first time. It was a total lifesaver, because for days (duh!) before that she'd been killing her thigh with the forced pressure/pose required for the looooooooooon drives. "It was such a relief -- my last day of driving was the longest, but also by far the easiest!"

Jill said when they finally thought to open the partition in the horse trailer for the big bay it provided a similar comfort for him.