Grounded And Doing Two Very Different Things

"Do you remember my old pony Trusty? Do you remember the Christmas tree farm?"  Jill was nodding enthusiastically while a riding buddy from long ago reminisced.  They'd just run into each other at the event, and had not seen each other for about a decade! "Do you remember when I fell off him at it and Katie laughed at me?"  Jill laughed, anew, shaking her head.  What a wonderful coach they had all shared then.

Jill had lost track of this riding buddy so many moons ago.  Around the time her older brother had died in an avalanche, as he travelled out west, Because the horse she'd been riding then got moved to another stable by its owner, all Jill could really remember was how the remarkable young woman had been beautiful in the way she'd handled all that grief.

She still had that pleasant spirit and vibe of content, in all her potically successful and all-growed-up-now-ness.  What a wonderful surprise to meet again!

"Right now I am looking for the tallest man on the property to tell him for dressage he is riding the smallest pony on the property, ha.  This is quite the show, no?"
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She'd never told anyone before how the first time they'd met his hand shook in hers, and he said he'd read her blogs...  She'd been surprised to see him there and he said he thought her new hair was very dramatic.  And, they'd hugged somehow, for some reason.


Reliving their brief discussion  afterwards reignited a crush on him. Jill remembered the day he'd said, in discussion of horse slaughter and the consumption of horse meat, something like "asking me to eat my horse would be an equivalent of asking me to eat my spouse."

This comment lead Jill to assume he had one, a spouse, and that she must squelch her interest in him.  But on show grounds she was thinking, wouldn't it be nice if she were mistaken? ha.
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She wrote her friend that she wanted to go to Lexington for the next big show and stay a week sooooooo bad.  Even if she couldn't get into the competitions to spectate at the horse park.  "Who knows, I might meet the love of my life there."

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The bird she was babysitting seemed unable to clasp her finger properly with his foot, but she couldn't really remember how it felt when the owner showed her how.  Jill could see why she'd scoffed when she assured "Oh no, he does not fly."

Jill had two days off on her calendar for hanging around resting at home in the entire upcoming month.  And now the landlord needed to show the real estate agent around on one of them -  including a photo shoot and rearranging the furniture.  Relexaing eh?  At least she found her roomie's runaway hamster in the nick of time, ha...


"In the continuing saga of my insane family, my sister is now mad at me because I won't take her dog to my aunt's Easter party. She can't go but thinks the dog shouldn't be deprived a part in the festivities." Roomie's welcome as she came home, bursting in the front door made Jill laugh.  "You just can't make up this sh*t."  

Jill was on a tear too, she wanted a motorcycle.  Probably not a sport bike, and probably not a Harely either...  how about some kind of Honda from the 80's? Could you do that lane sharing thing in Canada? It seemed so romantic!