Ouch, m' arse hurts!

And other reflections from a first experience.

We were late.

Er.

I was late.

My daughter was showing up to ride a horse whenever - that’s how a ride on a leased horse works. I had a scheduled time.

It’s funny though. I arrived at the time Megan said.

But my arrival time was inaccurate.

As such, Eddie, my steed had already been pulled from the paddock, groomed and tacked. (tacked means he was wearing his saddle and all of the other significant thingies and accoutrements that go with it.)

Eddie was waiting.

The other parent was waiting.

Even our substitute teacher was waiting.

NOTE though an adult, and though I knew and liked the person who would teach us, I was still disappointed about the teaching change. I’m super excited to ride with Megan next week. Megan runs things. You can’t get anything past her. Megan does not tolerate bullshit readily. Horseshit? That’s a whole other story to be told later.

Anyway.

I led Eddie into the arena. Unfortunately, there was no WWE style theme music as I entered. There should have been.

If there was it may h…