Your basic fall weekend

After much anticipation, Saturday dawned and Lynn and I headed to the Fig Twig Flea Market in Ferndale. All week the weather channel said it was forecast for 100% chance of rain. Going to a dressed-up flea market would be the perfect thing to do. What a disappointment. With fewer vendors, it was much smaller than last year and the offerings weren't all that great either. On top of that, it didn't rain and we could've ridden and then gone over. We got our groceries, some more yarn neither of us needed, and one more (unnecessary) project for me do before the holidays. At least the company was good.

Sunday started out comically. Poor Lynn. She has to put up with her mother and me. I was sitting enjoying that the time change, having a cup of coffee and reading FB. I was about to close my iPad when I saw that I had a new emails. I opened it up and wah-la: one said, "I'll see you at 7 unless it's raining." I looked at the clock and it was seven-o-something. Yikes! I jumped up and called Lynn, "Am I supposed to be there?" "Yep," came the answer. So I threw myself together and headed for Lynn's.

We got the horses the ready and after watching for the pickup to roll up, we heard the 4-wheeler coming slowly across the field. There was Shirley, "Are we riding? I couldn't tell what was going on down here." After an affirmative from Lynn, off she went to put on her riding bra and bring the pickup down. After planning to head out closer to 7:30 (thanks to the time change and earlier daylight), we didn't pull out until almost 8:30.

Sundays mean church and getting Lee's stuff ready for the week, so we tootled around the Hennessey Ranch again for a quick and enjoyable ride. I enjoy going backwards and riding down the ranch and then up counterclockwise through the woods. Lynn took lots of pictures of the fall foliage and I spent time looking at everything and trying to imprint it on my mind--there's a good chance we won't see it again in its fall splendor, as the new owners plan on putting in a lot of green houses. :(

Coming out, Jupiter's foot slipped and I think Ziva may have run into his back leg, which freaked him out. I told Lynn and Shirley that he's like riding a squeeze box or an accordion--all squeezed together and then springing out. He's silly.

Friday is Veteran's Day--otherwise known as Shirley's birthday! Alisa plans to join us for the weekend as we celebrate Shirley's 85th birthday ahorseback. The weatherman predicts we will be in the mid 70s all week, so hopefully it will dry out our trails enough to be safe. Although, it also is predicted to rain on Friday and then Saturday and Sunday are supposed to be better. Who knows--oftentimes the rain they predict stays more north of us. We haven't planned our rides yet, but I am already looking forward to hanging with my besties and my silly horse.