Is It For Real?
Suddenly, with a wave of thunderstorms, a cool front rushed in.
The last three days have been beautiful! Now all I need to do is rekindle my energy for riding and saddle up the Boys for some exercise.
I made the first move Sunday by picking the riding arena, but I still need to mow in there and drag before I get serious about it. And, before I do that, I need to go the the gas station to get some fuel for the mower and the Kubota tractor. Before I do that, I need to clean up the gas containers.
Notice how one goal seems to depend on another in a stream of complications?
Ah, well, as they say, "I'll get around to it."
However, I have been swimming twice now since the pool closed. I headed off to the college campus once last week and once so far this week to hit the pool. Swimming indoors is not quite as nice as swimming outside--feel the same way about riding--but it is a wonderful option for me. I'm not sure how I will feel about it as the colder weather creeps in as it's a fair walk from the parking lot to the gymnasium, but I have vowed to swim at least twice a week.
I already have a substitute teaching job for next week, so I will be there one day and I have one more day to drive over this week. It's about 15 miles to the college from here and not the nicest drive in the world as I have to spend at least some time on US Highway #1. It's a busy road and when there is some kind of traffic jam it can become a parking lot. I do have a couple choices to avoid US #130--the fastest route when all is moving well--so when I get bored with traffic lights and trucks I can cut off through the countryside for a break. I calculated the mileage of going to the pool there twice a week and it pretty much matches going to Crystal Springs seven days a week in the summer, so my fuel consumption is pretty much a wash. If I substitute more often, then I will swim more often as well.
Meantime, I need to ride. I think even Tucker is looking for something to entertain himself, and certainly, indulging my whims when I am on his back--or not indulging my whims when I am on his back--would certainly be an entertaining diversion for him. Chance and I will need to get out on the trail, provided some of the flies decide the chilly air is not to their liking.
But, I really need to get some of that mowing done...and the run in shed cleaned out...and the fence fixed...and some weed whacking finished....and.....