Continued Ramblings
have eaten copious amounts of peanut butter in the past 24 hours and am getting back to feeling human.
Last night I spent some true quality time with my old Thoroughbred gelding, Mr. Forbes. He is one of the most loving horses that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. While I was somewhat absently scratching his withers under his layers of winter blankets, he wrapped his neck around my torso giving me the equivalent of a horse hug. He simply stood there letting his warmth flow into me. Moments like that renew hope.
Mirelle staying in her assigned pasture was another small miracle. What a good girl. I have no idea why she has been staying where she belongs for the past couple of days, I am simply thankful.
Brillar is in with the old Trakehner mares each and every night when I go out to feed. My devious plan has involved ignoring his nickers at the gate and feeding everyone else first, make him wait a couple of minutes before opening the gate and escorting him back home – I am sure that in his horsey mind it has been an excruciating period of time. Serves him right. Still, he doesn’t change his behavior pattern, so I guess I am the only one benefiting from this “lesson” each evening.
Back in the cold house, the cats have decided that a cool hangout is on top of the oven cabinet in the kitchen. They know full well that they are not allowed on the counter, but is seems that they think the tall oven cabinet is another matter. The telltale evidence last night was a broken bottle of extremely syrupy cappuccino martini mix. A few shots with a well-aimed squirt gun worked to shoo them away this morning, but life as a kitten sniper is not the career track that I had intended to follow. I have a plan; will give a full report in a few days.
I made my first call to 911 yesterday. It seems that one of the fellows that I work with had done something incredibly stupid (incredibly asinine truth be told) and basically was suffering from the bends. Of course, he did not tell us what had happened at the time of the incident, so we were left guessing what the hell was wrong, and feeding misinformation to the paramedics. All was fine in the end, but it was frightening. What a dolt. Seriously, this was one of the dumbest things I have ever heard of (if I were at liberty to share details, believe me, I would simply so you could shake your heads in disbelief along with me).
So, this brings me to stupid things that I have done. The list is far longer than I could possibly remember, much less share with you. But here are some of the latest:
- Bought the farm…
- Decided to completely remodel the kitchen including stripping and refinishing all of the cabinets with very little help aside from plumbing and running electric. I have not had doors on my cabinets or many drawers for over a year now.
- Missed the turnoff onto 51 North on my way home from Madison last week. Only strayed a couple of miles toward Baraboo, but still… I know this route almost too well. Oh, and there are multiple, huge signs wit arrows no less.
- Told my brother’s girlfriend she was a good girl for using the toilet in the upstairs bathroom (I thought she was my cat Zara, who urinates in the toilet regularly).
Randy Nichols said:
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- Randy Nichols.
March 6th, 2008 at 11:21 am #
Alex said:
Please do tell how the cat learned to potty so professionally.
March 6th, 2008 at 4:51 pm #
Janet Roper said:
Life doesn’t get better than when you get hugged by a horse. A couple of years ago my horse, Shiloh, tossed me. Not because of an attitude problem, but because he was in pain. I learned that the ground becomes harder - and farther away - as you get older. When I went to visit him the next day, I opened his stall door, and he nudged me in with his nose. Then he put his head on my shoulder and rested his nose on the stall door so I couldn’t open it to leave. We stood that way, talking and communing, for quite a while.
I have gotten lost in Wisconsin also. I left Minneapolis to visit family in Illinois - a trip I’ve made dozens of times. I spent the night east of The Dells. When I left the hotel the next morning, I ended up heading West back towards MN: and then I was puzzled that I wasn’t seeing signs for Illinois. Too bad Shiloh wasn’t there for a hug.
Great ramblings, thanks for sharing your story.
March 6th, 2008 at 5:41 pm #