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Monday, November 15
Nov. 16th, 2021 03:29 amToday I am grateful for:
That I put blankets on the mares here at home. It ended up snowing, and from the ice it was likely rain for a while. I don't usually bother with blankets for the home girls, because I'm not trying to keep them from getting a heavy coat, but I do put the blankets on if I think they're going to get wet AND cold. I'm blanketing them too when it gets very cold.
I had a fairly quiet day mostly in the house once I did my necessary chores and walked around the horse pasture a bit.
Sprite scared the crap out of me with an incredibly over the top reaction to me trying to put in her eye drops today. I mean she REALLY outdid herself to the point where I thought something horrible had happened. I let her down, she was fine, and I still hadn't gotten the drops in her eyes. I tried again, and she was fine this time. I literally have NO IDEA what happened for her to react like that. She was also fine when I did her evening drops. Chalk it up to cats just being drama queens?
I finished a book about Farley Mowat's life, up to about his 40's. Man, that guy had a crazy life, often of his own choosing in his desire to seek wilderness. A lot of it sounds pretty awful, living in really crappy shacks eating crappy food and being cold and wet a lot, in the middle of somewhere that help couldn't get to you in time. He seemed to really relish that, though. If the shack had a roof of old hides full of maggots that fell on you while you slept, that was the life! He was trying to make a living as a biologist, but mainly that seems to have consisted of going out to pristine wilderness and killing everything in sight for "research" and biological samples to take back to museums. His books really did make a huge impact on our views of nature, oddly he wrote a lot about how Man was degrading the natural world, even as he was setting out Strychnine to poison everything in his area so he could "collect" specimens. He would wax poetic about how much he loved all that unspoiled beauty, the sound of ducks taking flight, etc., but that didn't stop him from what seemed like non-stop killing. Sure, that was partly the time, but it seemed kind of hypocritical. Still an interesting read, about an era that is likely gone forever. If nothing else you'll be glad about where you live, pretty much no matter where you are, compared to his general living conditions.
Sunday: Just a quiet day at home.
Took some time to do yoga, read, that kind of thing.
That I put blankets on the mares here at home. It ended up snowing, and from the ice it was likely rain for a while. I don't usually bother with blankets for the home girls, because I'm not trying to keep them from getting a heavy coat, but I do put the blankets on if I think they're going to get wet AND cold. I'm blanketing them too when it gets very cold.
I had a fairly quiet day mostly in the house once I did my necessary chores and walked around the horse pasture a bit.
Sprite scared the crap out of me with an incredibly over the top reaction to me trying to put in her eye drops today. I mean she REALLY outdid herself to the point where I thought something horrible had happened. I let her down, she was fine, and I still hadn't gotten the drops in her eyes. I tried again, and she was fine this time. I literally have NO IDEA what happened for her to react like that. She was also fine when I did her evening drops. Chalk it up to cats just being drama queens?
I finished a book about Farley Mowat's life, up to about his 40's. Man, that guy had a crazy life, often of his own choosing in his desire to seek wilderness. A lot of it sounds pretty awful, living in really crappy shacks eating crappy food and being cold and wet a lot, in the middle of somewhere that help couldn't get to you in time. He seemed to really relish that, though. If the shack had a roof of old hides full of maggots that fell on you while you slept, that was the life! He was trying to make a living as a biologist, but mainly that seems to have consisted of going out to pristine wilderness and killing everything in sight for "research" and biological samples to take back to museums. His books really did make a huge impact on our views of nature, oddly he wrote a lot about how Man was degrading the natural world, even as he was setting out Strychnine to poison everything in his area so he could "collect" specimens. He would wax poetic about how much he loved all that unspoiled beauty, the sound of ducks taking flight, etc., but that didn't stop him from what seemed like non-stop killing. Sure, that was partly the time, but it seemed kind of hypocritical. Still an interesting read, about an era that is likely gone forever. If nothing else you'll be glad about where you live, pretty much no matter where you are, compared to his general living conditions.
Sunday: Just a quiet day at home.
Took some time to do yoga, read, that kind of thing.
