At about the midway portion of this ride, Pete, riding his bicycle and accompanied by Ryder, met up with me. He had packed a lunch. This meeting was fortuitous because at this moment in time Raudi and I were butting heads big time. She just did not want to go to the end of road, which is often the case. Pete tied her to a tree and she immediately calmed down. And I acknowledged that we both really needed a break.
He checked her saddle and made sure it fit and put my new raincoat in my saddlebag.
After, Pete continued with us on this slightly uphill ride. Raudi and I followed him. It was then a different ride. She happily trotted and cantered behind him, all the way up the road to the end.
Pete then headed home and Raudi and I walked and trotted the downhill stretch.
Once home, he mopped the kitchen floor and cleaned the bathtub. All this so that I could get in a more lengthy ride on Raudi. Like I also said yesterday, all this riding is taking a great deal of time; in fact, so much so that I have not been able to do much around the place.
All the events of the day got me to thinking how lucky I am to live with such a kind and giving person. The problem is that far too often, I take this for granted. Not today though.
Yesterday I wrote a dispatch in which I grumbled about his grumbling about my failing to sleep in. Today my perspective differed. Undoubtedly, many woman would say that I’m lucky to be in a relationship in which my partner is routinely in the same bed as I am each and every morning. And I’m fortunate in that he isn’t the one leaping out of bed.
Yes, I am living with a wonderful fellow. Now everyone in the world knows it.
7/1/18: Giddy Up