at the horse show Jill made a point to nominate some of the students for the sportmanship award and encouraging some of the parent to do so as well. the head coach meanwhile, was too busy to eat, so doubtlessly had not. did this make Jill look bad?
The horses had not had a drink when when arrived there, even though they'd gone through the stress of trailering on the summer day, hours earlier. This same superior had spoken to her a condenscending tone about the location of the water trough. But Jill believed in watering by the bucket-from-anyway. Who would let their horse drink in the same bowl as so many unknown others?
She suggested giving the trailer guy his half hour warning at 1:40 and had a load ready to go at 2:05. The head coach called at 2:30 and one of the riders was missing then, re-doing the wraps Jill had done her self on the troublesome horse. Apparently, this was at the boss's direction. Which left Jill wondering why hadn't they had a wrapping clinic well before show day.
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Jill's crush on the local equine/musical interest was waning. First of all, he hadn't called. Second of all, some of his friends had living styles that didn't quite sit right with her. And, finally, he was the kind of guy that took up horse-riding by heading out to the store to get The Best of All the required gear. She was more of a make due kind of gal "Even when I'm rich I'm cheap."
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"But, it was sad not to have a romantic interest at least! If you don't have a crush, what are you supposed to dream about? I don't want to fantasize about winning the lottery," Jill ranted to her roommate, "I want to dream about loooooooove."
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It was funny to do the whole entire ride, panting into the little tiny microphone tucked in around ear (speaking while riding was a much harder work out than she'd expected), only to find the little machine wasn't turned on properly. ah ha ha. next time maybe.
