At the moment I am thankful I don't have a baseball bat to thump this computer with. It is doing weird things this evening. I am tired or rebooting. HOWEVER, that is not really what I am thankful for today. I challenged those who read this to post a thanks every day until Thanksgiving. I promise I did not read Andrea's before I had my thankful thoughts. I am thankful that at 71 I can still ride my horses, muck out their stalls, give riding lessons, walk a mile or more and other stuff. I know people who are younger who are hobbling around (not you Sharon) huffing and puffing and complaining. I want to stand tall and and take advantage of all life has to offer.
I spent half an hour tonight trying to corral Wrangler. He would not let Amelia out of the gate and when I picked up a stick to wave at him so he would let her go, he darted out in front of her. Then we played ring around the barn. Amelia went submissively into her stall. He finally said, oh well, you can catch me now. I put a hay string around his neck and led him back to his pasture and told him he was bad. Its like he shrugged his shoulders and trotted off. Bless his black buckskin heart. He is a stinker.
Life is good.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Monday
A pretty dismal day out. It started out sunny but got more grey by the hour. I layed around and read.
I went out to much stalls and do the chores. Ditto and Amelia went in right away and began chumping on their grain. But then there is the "wonder horse" Pepper. He decided to play tag with me. He found a bucket of apples and took a couple of bites. I popped him on the rear and told him to get in there and he whirled around and ran around the barn. I put the bucket away so he wouldn't have an excuse to stop but about 5 trips around the barn giving me "that" look. I was losing my patience. I mean LOSING my patience. Finally he just ambled around in the barn and into his stall. I wanted to pick up a club and hit him between the ears but of course I didn't, He just looked at me with those big eyes and I just sighed and told him he better not do that again.
How about posting every day between now and Thanksgiving something you are truely thankful for. Today I am thankful for being born in America.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
A rainy Sunday
No pictures, what can you take a picture of when it rains all day. Nada ............... So maybe tomorrow.
Bob is home from hunting. I think its over. He will be sad, I am glad. I like elk meat OK but I don't like being home day after day alone. Oh well, hes done this all while we have been married so guess I should be used to it. He came home with a cold and he best keep it. I have had enough.
Before I forget and I have been for most of the week. Our Nikki's mammogram proved the lump to be nothing. I can't remember what the doctor said it was. We all shed a large sigh of relieve. No something you want a 15 year old to go through. I know that it was not probable at her age to have it be cancer but stranger things have happened.
Hope the rain lets up tomorrow so I can put the barn horses out. They are getting tired of being in and I need to muck out stalls. If it were just rain I would not mind but its cold and rainy. Those old mares should not have to tolerate that.
Have a good Monday.
Bob is home from hunting. I think its over. He will be sad, I am glad. I like elk meat OK but I don't like being home day after day alone. Oh well, hes done this all while we have been married so guess I should be used to it. He came home with a cold and he best keep it. I have had enough.
Before I forget and I have been for most of the week. Our Nikki's mammogram proved the lump to be nothing. I can't remember what the doctor said it was. We all shed a large sigh of relieve. No something you want a 15 year old to go through. I know that it was not probable at her age to have it be cancer but stranger things have happened.
Hope the rain lets up tomorrow so I can put the barn horses out. They are getting tired of being in and I need to muck out stalls. If it were just rain I would not mind but its cold and rainy. Those old mares should not have to tolerate that.
Have a good Monday.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Saturday
Chemmy and Yuma wanting their breakfast. Love those donkeys.
Bob is still gone. He will be home tomorrow. If he isn't snowed in. Wouldn't that be funny. :(
I forgot my camera today. Bad Grandma. I have no pictures of Sheya's birthday party. I felt so bad but it was too far to come home after it. Darn. She is growing up. Her birthday was Halloween but they always celebrate it the next weekend. Bless you Sheya Christyne Williams.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Friday
Bob left to try elk hunting again this weekend. Last week I had to call him home because I was so sick. Bless his heart he came home. Always hate to have him go and be gone for several days because something bad always happens. Not this time, I just won't let it.
Katie and Cameron came out for a little while this evening. She is having such a hard time with her parents. I just pray they can work it all out.
I was so upset with Wrangler this evening. I was putting the barn horses in and he got the gate open and got out twice. So in the wind and rain we had a discussion. Both times he ran back thru his gate. He is a good boy but wants to come in with the others. Don't have another stall for him. I think he thinks they are getting such a big treat when they disappear into the barn but are not getting anything he isn't, he is just outside. Silly boy.
It is a typical November night - rain and wind. I mean WIND. It has blown about 40 mph most of the day. Hard to put out hay. It could be snow so am not complaining. I really am not.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Thoughtful Thursday
Besides Oliver today I have been thinking about all the good things we have and how I can't imagine living anywhere else. Yes, we are tied here alot by the animals but can't imagine not being able to listen to the horses eat, watching the barn kitties bask in the sun, watching the baby calves in the spring. All part of our life here on our farm called Calico Acres. Sometimes I think I would like to travel like my cousin Joy. But can't imagine not having the horses and then I change my mind about traveling. We worry sometimes about getting too old to do all the things we do and what we will do but I don't worry about it.
Thinking too much brings nostalgia. So, end thinking for today.
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