Yesterday, after a very productive and fun meeting with some new potential clients (I love this job. A friend is throwing a BBQ this afternoon that will be enjoyable and another great networking opportunity. Business is pleasure!), I drove out to the blazing hot furnace called "the barn" and hung out with Phoebe and Mr. Jones. I got most of the active stuff out of the way early, then as it became unbearably hot in the sun, retired to a shady spot by the creek with a book while I enjoyed the breeze and avoided the drive home in my unconditioned car. (Then a friend came over for dinner. Then, I went to LS and left early because my work had been done for the day and for some reason I couldn't bear the thought of standing in a circle holding hands. It's never bothered me before. I think I was just looking for a reason to go the bed early.)
Mr. Jones and his best friend, Bud, get a chance to hang out for a while. They don't spend a lot of time together any more as Mr. Jones is imprisoned for the time-being in a stall, and Bud lives in the pasture most of the time. Eventually, Bud got tired of grazing and walked through that suggestion of a boundary at the top of the drive. Mr. Jones kept grazing. He has his priorities, and they always involve food. Whenever I see them together, I hear this song in my head. https://youtu.be/c2JSUXaY-tw. I hate this song (though I like Queen in general.) Ironic, since I get such pleasure from watching the two of them together. I'll have to think of a new one to replace that track.
Phoebe enjoyed some grass for about 7 minutes before she freaked out and demanded to be put back in her stall. When she gets in that mood, I'm the only one who can handle her without getting trampled to death. (Her head is about eight and a half feet above the ground. When she gets really nervous, she starts shying and jumping, and doesn't bother to look down to see who she might be running over. You can imagine what riding her was like. She's a sweet, willing horse, just high-strung like many show horse breeds.) She finds my company soothing. She's old though, so I indulge her moods. If she doesn't like it, no reason to make her do it. She was very happy when she got back to where she wanted to be.