A typical Sunday

Today I rode Cleo with my friend Carrie and her horse Artie. We were alone in the arena and had a good time walking and trotting in circles, diagonals and along the rail. Cleo was pretty obedient and we practiced for about 30 minutes. Our friend Jen watched. Often she rides her horse, Duncan, with us, but today she had a headache. One thing I like about having a horse is that I have friends from different generations. Jen is in her 30s with a three year old. Emily whose horse I took care of this weekend because seh was out of town is in her 20s, and Carrie is in her 50s. My border, Janice, who also has a horse at Freshwater is in her 40s, as is Shaelawn, the barn drama queen. Sue Natzler and my trainer Paula are in their 60s like me.