Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Alrighty Then

I'm going to get my complaining over with first. What am I, 80 years old? Seriously, I want to be done being injured or in pain, please. My shoulder is in so much pain it's almost made me puke or pass out a couple times. I couldn't sleep due to the throbbing, awful pain. I didn't even do anything to it! I did do a lot of mowing on the riding mower one day. But it didnt hurt at all until it started getting progressively worse the next day. Went to the doctor yesterday, they gave me a powerful anti-inflammatory shot which I didn't think worked until it wore off. Yowza. Today I'm going to insist on imaging. After I go to work, because of course we're short staffed this week.

I mowed a path around part of the property so I can walk in the evening without getting run over. Plus, it's prettier than walking on the road.

Miss Juniper is, as always, difficult to photograph. I have to walk away quickly and hope I can get far enough away to click a pic while she follows. You'll have to take my word for it. She's the prettiest donkey ever.

We went for a nice ride on Sunday. Happily, John likes to clear trail and I had a saw. I've been riding around these branches and this downed tree for years.

Halla showed me something interesting again. She decided she wanted to go home and was really pulling back for the trailer, but I kept her on course with some effort. When I didn't give in she started looking for an excuse to spook. Interesting. She did do a little spook, I didn't get buffaloed by it, we continued for a bit and then looped back as planned, not too much later. I think that was a good ride. We rode past her bad behavior but not too far past her tired point (this was a pretty short ride and she didn't sweat much at all). She's a good girl but she doesn't have much work ethic. :)

This one though. He is bad. He has an interesting bracelet. I knew better than to leave that type of feed pan in there with him, but had a mental lapse.

And then there's Winston, who will cuddle any way he can. We were playing cards (a Western shoot-em-up game called Bang!, super fun) and he just wedged himself in there for a stand-up seat-back cuddle.

I'm off to work. Happy Thanksgiving!

1 comment:

Linda said...

I feel for ya! I have the same thought—things just ache more and answers are hard to come by. I was watching the Kominsky Method on Netflix last night—real 80 year olds—“every morning I wake up and wonder what’s not going to work today.”