Thursday, October 29, 2009
I put all the stuff in my hair and went to wash the little squeeze thingy you mix and apply the hair dye with..... uh oh.
VERY low water pressure. We've lost water before and that is how it started.... with really low water pressure.
Oh crap. I can't leave the dye on my head!
Well. I have been reading all the Laura Ingalls Wilder books... there is snow outside. I could bring in buckets of snow and heat them on the stove to wash the dye out of my hair. I perked up feeling very pioneering of spirit.
Oh. Wait a minute.
I don't think "nice" girls dyed their hair back then. Pretty sure only prostitutes colored their hair. Especially red. My pioneering spirit flagged a little.
Not to mention that I tried to make some cardamom bread... when I pulled out the yeast packets in my cupboard one packet said "Best if used by Oct 2005". The other packet said, "Best if used by Sept 2008". I went with the 08... bread never did rise. I baked it anyway. It's pretty dense.
If I were a true pioneer I wouldn't waste it. I'd eat it anyway and be glad to have it.
Turns out I had enough water pressure to take my shower.... probably a good thing I'm not a pioneer. I don't think I'd be a very good at it!
Still no goats in heat... tho' none of them are venturing out of their houses and I didn't venture in to get a look this morning... note to self *crawl IN quonset hut tonight to look at goat private parts.*
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Funny thing is that since I began treating Rosso's pains, he's been much friendlier when he sees me. He saw me walking toward him in the pasture and began walking to me - "Hey Mom, whassup?" with a friendly interested look in his eye.
I had the halter just over his nose when he heard the chiropractor vet talking to the goaties.
ZOOP! Up went his head. DINK! went his ears straight forward.... "WHO is that?! Oh, this isn't general run of the mill - something is different. Verrry different..." And off he ran.
I walked him down in my high heeled funky gramma shoes and caught him. Brought him in with Sera following while Brandon wisely stayed in the pasture dozing.
The good news is he didn't show pain - he was pronounced 80% better with 50% better joint movement. She still did a few adjustments but said he held his prior adjustments well and would probably need maintenance here and there when he began to get sticky in his neck and having difficulty with his right lead. Maybe in 6 mos, maybe in a year.
Everything she says is so interesting. She's one of those people who is smart and super, super good at what she does. I could listen to those type of people all day long....
Now if he's a turd, there is no excuse.
I was happy he's so much more comfortable. He was happy when the hairless monkeys quit fussing with him and turned him back out with his "herd" in the pasture.
Alls well that ends well.....
(and still no goaties showing signs of estrus - tho' we are supposed to get 20" of snow over the next two days. Wanna bet someone wants to be bred when it's impossible to get her to a buck? Ha!)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Things with Dad are weird. Turns out he needed ambulance transport which we can't afford in order to move him to Denver. Sister wanted to move him herself but the risks sounded too great. No one on the nursing staff thought it was a good idea... I would have to sign a ton of liability ppwk... and really isn't that saying enough?
Sister thought if she drove fast with the stereo cranked to drown out any protests from Dad, how bad could it be? If something went wrong, she'd just drive faster.
I had to step up and say it wasn't a good idea and exert the power of the POA. She was mad at me but... really. The trip woulda been a disaster waiting to happen.
Evidently the lines of communique are still open - we will travel together on Saturday to visit. Wish me luck on that one. A relationship that hasn't worked very well at best will be under some pretty serious emotional juju.
On a lighter note, Furry Husband and I went to see Steve Martin's banjo concert Saturday night. We were 4 rows back and it was so weird to be so close to someone I've always really appreciated and loved their work... not to mention someone that "big" in the entertainment world who has been around for so long.
I snapped some iPod video and if I can figure out how to post..... y'all will see some Steve Martin! Gots to give up the love for Mr. Steve Martin.... What an amazingly talented man!
And still no goats exhibiting any signs of wanting to get down and dirty with each other....
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I think she needs him in Denver to be more at peace with it all. If she can do the move, I'm o.k. with it. Things are fine. This is only one moment in time... it's not gonna be like this forever.
I'm hoping to go tracking tonight with the baby dog and I have my new Equus magazine so the world is all good right?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
That means I'm gonna have to start watching doe hooha's...
If you asked me 10 yrs ago if I thought I'd be closely inspecting goat hooha's for signs of heat I woulda fallen off my bar stool laughing.
We'll breed our yearling doe, Speck, this year to one of Marylou's bucks so our poor buck (Speck's Papa) will not be used. How frustrating that must be when you get ONE and only ONE shot at love all year long!
I rode Rosso Sunday in my lesson - he was good. Rex rode him as well and it was a treat to watch. He is very nice, his eye is much softer and he was much more relaxed. I know he has it in him to be a really nice horse. We just have to get over the hump of his young horse stuff - all of which will make me a better horse person ..... I hope.
I find I am not feeling very strong emotionally right now with stuff going on in my family so I don't know that I am in the correct frame of mind to ride Rosso. I need to be confident and sure! Instead I'm feeling distracted and upset.
Sister wants to move Dad to Denver all of a sudden.
She thinks Dad is faking it for attention.
People fake their way into hospice all the time. Happens every day.
Repeat after me: "Shanster's sister is a piece of work."
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Hellooooooo 21st Century! Do you see us waving at you?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Toe did really well - Joelyn brought clothespins with ribbon as markers for ME so I could make sure Toe stayed on track when she put in a right or left hook. Toe was cutting across the hook to get to the glove, vs. truly staying on track.
The markers helped me stay on the trail and Toe is all gangbusters in his little harness - just like an Alaska sled dog - in miniature.
Joelyn says Toe will ruin it for me. She says he's going to be really good and the next dog I get won't be as easy....
Then she brought out her little bitch, Rumor. (I love using "bad" language that is actually completely and totally appropriate in the dog world) Toe and Rumor played and frolicked... I'm sure when he goes to sleep tonight he'll dream of Rumor in a risque leather collar and lead.
Off to drink wine and eat pizza - have a good Friday night!
I'm o.k. with it. It would be a blessing really.
He turns 65 in January. Young, I know. He has early onset Parkinson's that started in his 30's. He has Parkinson's related dementia and he is truly miserable. It's a very cruel existence. No matter your relationship, you would NEVER wish this disease on anyone.
Being admitted to hospice means they think he will die within 6 mos. time and in talking to the woman who contacted me, most people don't make it that long.
It's a very odd feeling. I'm really doing o.k. - just feel tired and unfocused.
In the meantime, Sera is lame in her left front. I think it's an abscess from the winter storm melt with all the mud and goo this week... I looked her over and can't find any heat or cause. I'll soak her hoof with Epsom salts and try to get the abscess to surface.
This means my lesson on Sunday will be with the youngster Rosso.
I'm not feeling very motivated or dedicated to my riding right now. Tho when I told Rexanne Sera was off and I'd bring Rosso to my lesson Sunday with an added, gulp. She said I was one of her dedicated and tenacious students and I was definitely not a nancy girl.
I'm feeling like a big lame-o nancy girl. (similar to nancy boy... only my reproductive organs are in the inside... uterus... ovaries and all that mess)
Definition of nancy boy from Urban Dictionary:
A nancy boy can be: A completely pathetic coward, who is generally afraid to speak their mind or do anything difficult or unpleasant....
At least Rosso will take all my focus and attention.... I'll be brave and let you know how it goes.
It's Cozzola's pizza with good red wine tonight cuz it's FRIDAY. It's our Friday night ritual. ALWAYS a great way to end the week....
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I turned it up a notch listening to a story on Jewish deli food. Cuz. Well. ANYTHING about food captures my full and undivided attention...
And then the story moved on and I tuned out --- comforting NPR voices gently mumbling away over to my right
And then I hear the word "vagina" and "penetration" and "fluid"
Oh - good grief! Where is the volume button and why did the building's white noise machine turn off just at the very moment those words were spoken?! They were ECHOING around the suite... vagina vagina vagina......
Geez, oh, geez, oh geez!
I don't even want to think about vaginas or penetrating or fluids with ANY of the people I work with.
What happened to the talk about pastrami on rye? What about mustard and kosher and and... where'd the FOOD go?
I turned the radio way low...
It's some crazy story about countries where it's important to marry virgins. Some genius developed a fake vagina virgin contraption. It provides some sort of barrier and some fake blood.
Wow. Talk about inventions. Who was the test group for THAT product?
Hey! (light bulb over my noggin) Maybe I could go as a virgin for Halloween!
I guess no one would be able to tell what I was exactly....
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Somehow this just doesn't seem quite right to me....
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Anyway... over the course of the meal and free flowing wine and Esther's amazing swim numbers.... oh, did I mention I had a magic glass that night? It was never empty no matter how much I drank. Isn't that weird? (oh Furry Husband, you are sooooo good to me.)
Monday, October 5, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
That said, I decided I should try to be more mindful of what I'm eating. (I sound so adult here don't I? Mindful... snort)
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Toe gets to sniff the glove and he watches while Joelynn lays the track. You'd think since he watches, he'd run to where the glove is, however, he does sniff and look for the scent trail. We did three tracks total. The first one was straight and then she put in a right hook on the second track and a left hook on the third track in this lesson.
Sniffing the left hook you could tell he lost her trail... he cut across the hook vs. following it around. He stopped, looked at me wagging... sniffed around a little and then BAM! you could see when he found the trail again cuz he was off and running with his little sled dog like intensity. It was pretty cool.
The harness I bought for him wasn't right and since we had 40mph winds last night, I decided to take the harness back and shop for a correct tracking harness. I certainly wouldn't be working horses ...
Besides, Furry Husband called because there was a fire near-by. He said there was smoke and it smelled like a big bonfire at home. He went driving to see how close it was.
Right now it's not so close, but with these 20-40mph winds it could get close fast. There are lots of firefighters working around the clock, homes in Livermore have been evacuated and fire lines are being watched. I hope the winds die down today but they aren't expected to until tonight...
So far no homes or structures have been lost. Keep your fingers crossed for all those in Livermore CO!