This weekend was more graduations, my cousin Steven's in Des Moines and the neighbor Brian Good. Today my Dad came down and he rode the new horses with me. THe sky was dark and I knew rain was headed our way, so we hurried things along. We rode down the lane to the grain leg. I watched the sky and could see the rain only a mile away. We headed to the barn and it started lightly raining, then stopped. Mark came driving up with is truck and handed me a coat. He was my knight in shinning armor here to save the day. I told him we were fine and it wasn't raining much so I didn't take the caot. Not 5 minutes later, it started raining much harder, go figure. It had been 85 degrees, so it was a nice rain, not cold. I didn't mind it too much. I am not sure my Dad felt the same. We also both had to stop twice in the rain to retrieve hats that fell. With my Dad and horses, there is always an adventure.
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