Hartford, We've Got Your Weather...
Nov. 29th, 2006 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancinghorse...please come and pick it up. Thank you.
Yes, winter has arrived with its usual freight-train suddenness. 85 degrees over the weekend; my laundry basket yesterday was full of Hawaiian shirts and summer clothes. 54 degrees max today, 40 and tanking now with wind at least 30mph, and I dug out my warmest fleece top because baby, it is cold out there. Forget my blithe declarations that with the wind, the temperature wouldn't drop that much, the horses would be just fine, no blankets needed, nope. I dug out the yearling blanket for Oreo--teddy bear or no, 29 degrees overnight is more than he's adapted for at this point. That's the next project: get it on him before dark. Wish me luck.
Down throw, check. Cardigan Welsh footwarmer, check. Chipotle-chicken stew in the pot, check.
No lesson tomorrow. I wimped out after seeing the forecast. It's not that it would be 35 degrees at 9 a.m., it's that the wind isn't supposed to let up until Friday. Pooka doesn't need that, even if I did. Needless to say, there isn't any horsework happening--riding in this is something you do when it's been this way for a week and [a] you're adapted and [b] it's that or not ride at all.
Fortunately this is Arizona, which means it will be back in the balmy 60s by the weekend.
Now to introduce the wild child to the concept of clothes.
Yes, winter has arrived with its usual freight-train suddenness. 85 degrees over the weekend; my laundry basket yesterday was full of Hawaiian shirts and summer clothes. 54 degrees max today, 40 and tanking now with wind at least 30mph, and I dug out my warmest fleece top because baby, it is cold out there. Forget my blithe declarations that with the wind, the temperature wouldn't drop that much, the horses would be just fine, no blankets needed, nope. I dug out the yearling blanket for Oreo--teddy bear or no, 29 degrees overnight is more than he's adapted for at this point. That's the next project: get it on him before dark. Wish me luck.
Down throw, check. Cardigan Welsh footwarmer, check. Chipotle-chicken stew in the pot, check.
No lesson tomorrow. I wimped out after seeing the forecast. It's not that it would be 35 degrees at 9 a.m., it's that the wind isn't supposed to let up until Friday. Pooka doesn't need that, even if I did. Needless to say, there isn't any horsework happening--riding in this is something you do when it's been this way for a week and [a] you're adapted and [b] it's that or not ride at all.
Fortunately this is Arizona, which means it will be back in the balmy 60s by the weekend.
Now to introduce the wild child to the concept of clothes.
