In her younger days, Jill's parents had come to every single horse show. From the very beginning until the very end. She'd always thought it added to her stress of the day rather than reducing it, and wished they wouldn't try so hard.
Now, she wanted to spend time with them on weekends and was constantly inviting them to come to shows with her, but they weren't interested. Too bad! She was only spectating it was true, but she still thought it would be a good way to spend quality time together, in the fresh air, for free, while having fun and cheering on her friends or students etc. etc. etc.
She had her friend's Caledon Horse Park appearance on her agenda for weeks ahead of time, and now that the time was drawing near, she'd have to cancel. She couldn't get there in the morning and back in time to celebrate an early Thanksgiving. Dang Dang Dang.
It was nice to be offerred the chance to trade vehicles for her journey of course and she was incredibly grateful for all the effort and expense they had put in to supporting her travels to the Kentucky Horse Park, but dang it, she kept trying to find a way to have her cake and eat it too.
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the mature young woman in the music shop asked her "Are you still doing pony club?" and Jill said "not enough. Never enough. But, I have a date on Monday morning to hack a young appoloosa around its property while its owner rides Sugar alongside." Saddle time was her absolute FAVE kind of horse time!
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