Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in instorm, @ 2017-07-02 09:51:00 |
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Yuck
Who: Jaime
What: taking care of Rocket
When: Sunday Evening, July 2
Where: Seastar Stables
Status: Narrative
Warnings: Language; she has a mouth.
She hated humidity. Even the air conditioning in the spa couldn't always combat it, and everything had felt ... damp today. She imagined a lot of it was just in her head, but when she'd gone outside to get some non-recycled air, she'd found breathing was ... questionable. Well, it would pass. She hoped with some epic storms, but those seemed to be in short supply so far this summer. Maybe later though; late August tended to have a bunch of them, and she always loved them. But she'd gone back inside to finish up her shift, and from there she'd headed to the barn. She had thought about stopping home to shower first but ... why bother, if she was just going to get sweaty and gross again at the barn? She had at least changed out of her spa scrubs into jean shorts, sneakers, and a tanktop, and even that was too hot. Once she reached the barn, she headed down the aisle. There were big box fans propped in front of or strapped onto the bars of the stalls, and she was glad for that. All the back windows were open so there was circulation and it caught was breezes there happened to be. While she sort of wanted to ride, she also sort of didn't. Even a venture down to the beach was going to leave her with sand to clean up, and both of them sweaty. "No adventure today, buddy," she said as she opened up Rocket's stall door, lifting a hand to rub at his face. "And no carrots either because I'm an asshole and forgot them before I left for work," she continued. "Extra tomorrow though, okay?" She didn't think he understood, and she didn't much care either way; she liked talking to him. She liked having her own horse, especially since she hadn't seen it coming. But her dad had gotten a few really high paying cases in a row, and he'd won them all, so he had some extra money. She definitely appreciated the gift. It sure beat renting a horse every weekend. And sure there were associated costs, but he was chipping in on the board for a while until she worked out her budget, and there was always a lease option if she needed further defrayment on her board. She wasn't real keen on leasing him out - either to the stable or to another person - but it was a possibility if she had to. So far so good though - she made decent money at her job and her regulars tipped well, so she wasn't really worried. Leading Rocket out of his stall, she headed him right to the wash stall to hose him off. He was sweat-damp along his chest and back, and she sighed a little. "Maybe I'll have to see about getting you an industrial sized fan, hm? One of those big fuckers. If I thought a portable air conditioner would actually help, I'd shell out for that," she continued, adjusting the temperature of the water to chilly but not cold before she started to hose him down to cool him off. With night coming in, she hoped the humidity would break and tomorrow would be better but ... who knew? Scraping the excess water off, she unclipped him and led him outside to a shady patch of grass to let him graze there in what scant breeze there was while he dried off. She'd leave his fan on overnight, too; if he got chilly he could always move to the other side of the stall. Gross, gross, gross weather. Days like this, she almost wanted to move up north somewhere, but then there was heavy snow in the winters. And really ... most of the time it wasn't so bad here. Rolling her shoulders, Jaime let her thoughts drift as she stood and moved a little when Rocket moved to crop at the taller grass. Tomorrow was work again, then Tuesday was fireworks, and she was kind of looking forward to that. |