When I picked up a few bales last week, the front of the truck bed was still damp, so I asked the loading dude to keep everything towards the back. He was right. Nothing fell out. A hay dealer once loaded 50 bales on this truck (’89 F250 longbed). What is your record?
Category Archives: Barn Life
Foto Friday: Face Painting with Swat (R)
Non-horse folks: Swat is an insect-repellent goo useful for covering wounds & vertical surfaces. Horse folks: pink or clear? I favor original pink because I prefer seeing it to running my hand through it.
The Point of Worry
For those of us who are more ant than grasshopper, fussing over possibly futures has always come easily. We worry about what might happen and what we can do to prevent/mitigate it. I should have a working fire extinguisher in case of a kitchen fire. I should phrase the paragraph this way to avoid thoseContinue reading “The Point of Worry”
It Hurts So Good
Don’t. Stop. Don’t stop. Seriously, I can’t tell. Since Mathilda’s left hind leg is sore [How?], she’s resting her weight on her right hip and leg, thereby overtightening the muscles in her croup and hindquarters. During Rodney’s heat therapy, I put the second heating pad on her Bai Hui point instead of his. [100] IContinue reading “It Hurts So Good”
Shadow Horse
Rodney wants to know where all the love has gone. Healthy siblings of chronically ill children are sometime known as shadow children*. All the attention and energy is focused on the sick one. While I do not support the child-substitute idiom, Rodney definitely feels marginalized. On Saturday evening, when Mathilda’s leg problems were manifesting andContinue reading “Shadow Horse”
How Do They Know?
Work: day off. Too distracted. Ramblings for the Day: This is the third (fourth?) time Mathilda has gotten injured on the weekend. My personal favorite was when I was out of town, called home on Friday night, and got, “Hi, can’t talk. The vet is coming up the driveway.” Having worked in an ER, GregContinue reading “How Do They Know?”
Another Day, Another Set of Poles
Work: reverse poles, hither & yon, as Saturday. Report: workmanlike & unexciting, which is the point. Although I was tempted to go for the third & farthest set of poles, I am learning from past mistakes [Doom, Nevermind]. The plan is to solidify what works before moving on [Boredom]. Ramblings for the Day: I’m notContinue reading “Another Day, Another Set of Poles”
Virtual Brush Box 