Sunday morning driving to the stables, blue sky and country music on a practically naked ribbon of freeway. Smugly disdainful of those who choose to stay under their covers and miss this, arriving to a mounting block shining with a frosty sparkle, and horses turning flanks to sunlight, I'm undeniably alive.
A good hour in the saddle; striving, practicing, learning, achieving. No one's cold anymore. We four women appreciate the moment; lit from above, below and within. Ladies glow, horses sweat and steam rises from us all. A collective of satisfaction.
Back home to a well earned lunch, muscles tingling, still smiling introspectively and reliving moments of horse-generated pleasure that are hard won currency in my personal-spirit savings bank.
A nap, without guilt, an obligation to be fresh this evening for a party. I already tried on my outfit, to find a shoe solution. My toes no longer like all of my shoes and I have not yet done a serious triage to remove the ones I will never wear again. I find a green open toe slip on with a minimal heel, just enough that I won't drag my trouser legs around on the floor. I find a peachy nail polish that could be mistaken for seasonal gold and doesn't show my paint-outside-the-lines technique as badly as a darker red would. I like my top, a simple T-shirt style, black and sequined. I get it over my head and unhook the scales that have become entangled with one another, without tearing loose a strand.
Our host and hostess are charming people, although they'll be busy mingling with the guests, who will sparkle and shine throughout the beautifully decorated spaces of the house. Lovely Daughter and her husband have RSVP'd "Yes" to the party this year as well. I'm thrilled, I'll have a chance to chat with them and can escape early, leaving them to bring Husband home, if I start to turn back into a pumpkin before the end.