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Wednesday, December 29
Dec. 30th, 2021 03:39 amToday I am grateful for:
The temperature today was still around -24C, which is better than it was a few days ago. It's a weird thing, to go "Yay! It's only -24C!", but it happens after you've had -30C or colder for a day or two.
We walked the ponies and goats around for a while, and for some reason all of them wanted to be a little troublesome instead of just walking nicely. Ursula was kind of balky, Dandy wanted to run ahead, and the goats kept taking off in a different direction. We got it done, and everyone back where they needed to be at the end, but it was a lot more work than it needed to be.
It was a funny day today. A lot of little things just felt harder than they needed to be. All kinds of little things, like my gloves got wet doing chores (you have to go change them or your hands will freeze), or the buckles on the halters were really tough to do up with gloves on, the cats were more obnoxious than usual at feeding time, the gas station was mysteriously closed half an hour before it should have been so I detoured into town for nothing, lots of that kind of thing.
We talked to the mechanic, and he couldn't find anything wrong with the tire. In fact, he says it still had lots of pressure in it, meaning my husband maybe didn't use the little gauge correctly, and maybe didn't need to change the tire yesterday. Yes, the check tire pressure light came on, but many times it has come on and the tire is only a tiny bit low.
The mechanic also replaced my brakes anyhow, since we were planning on doing that regardless of the tire pressure issues. It made it worthwhile to have it in the shop at least.
So, we were able to pick up the car today.
I did go see River, and that was good. It's good for me to get out of the house and do something physical. We did just groundwork again, but he did well and stayed focused. I felt a lot better after spending some time working with him.
My sweetie worked on the addition while I was at the barn, and got a little bit more done.
I came home, and I guess I mis-communicated with my husband about supper. He apparently was only making a quinoa salad, not other things. I was already hungry when I came home from the barn, and I waited patiently for food for about an hour and a half, only to discover that all he had been working on this whole time was the salad. The salad is really good, but it is NOT supper! If I had known that, I would have made something for myself when I came home. Anyhow, I just made a pita to go with the salad and it was fine.
He has this funny thing where he likes elaborate food, but he doesn't plan so that the food is ready for roughly meal time. He actually just begins on an elaborate food project AT the time we would normally eat, thus you end up sitting for about two hours waiting for food. When it's my turn to cook, I start a lot earlier than he would, get the job done and there's food in twenty minutes. THEN, I often have to let the food sit because he chooses that time to go have an hour or more bath. I suppose I should just eat, but it feels anti-social.
We watched "Belfast", which was quite good. Try as hard as I can, and I still can't grasp blowing up your neighbors because they are Catholic and you're Protestant. I know there is a lot more to it than that. I keep trying to understand the history behind The Troubles, and it's complex.
The temperature today was still around -24C, which is better than it was a few days ago. It's a weird thing, to go "Yay! It's only -24C!", but it happens after you've had -30C or colder for a day or two.
We walked the ponies and goats around for a while, and for some reason all of them wanted to be a little troublesome instead of just walking nicely. Ursula was kind of balky, Dandy wanted to run ahead, and the goats kept taking off in a different direction. We got it done, and everyone back where they needed to be at the end, but it was a lot more work than it needed to be.
It was a funny day today. A lot of little things just felt harder than they needed to be. All kinds of little things, like my gloves got wet doing chores (you have to go change them or your hands will freeze), or the buckles on the halters were really tough to do up with gloves on, the cats were more obnoxious than usual at feeding time, the gas station was mysteriously closed half an hour before it should have been so I detoured into town for nothing, lots of that kind of thing.
We talked to the mechanic, and he couldn't find anything wrong with the tire. In fact, he says it still had lots of pressure in it, meaning my husband maybe didn't use the little gauge correctly, and maybe didn't need to change the tire yesterday. Yes, the check tire pressure light came on, but many times it has come on and the tire is only a tiny bit low.
The mechanic also replaced my brakes anyhow, since we were planning on doing that regardless of the tire pressure issues. It made it worthwhile to have it in the shop at least.
So, we were able to pick up the car today.
I did go see River, and that was good. It's good for me to get out of the house and do something physical. We did just groundwork again, but he did well and stayed focused. I felt a lot better after spending some time working with him.
My sweetie worked on the addition while I was at the barn, and got a little bit more done.
I came home, and I guess I mis-communicated with my husband about supper. He apparently was only making a quinoa salad, not other things. I was already hungry when I came home from the barn, and I waited patiently for food for about an hour and a half, only to discover that all he had been working on this whole time was the salad. The salad is really good, but it is NOT supper! If I had known that, I would have made something for myself when I came home. Anyhow, I just made a pita to go with the salad and it was fine.
He has this funny thing where he likes elaborate food, but he doesn't plan so that the food is ready for roughly meal time. He actually just begins on an elaborate food project AT the time we would normally eat, thus you end up sitting for about two hours waiting for food. When it's my turn to cook, I start a lot earlier than he would, get the job done and there's food in twenty minutes. THEN, I often have to let the food sit because he chooses that time to go have an hour or more bath. I suppose I should just eat, but it feels anti-social.
We watched "Belfast", which was quite good. Try as hard as I can, and I still can't grasp blowing up your neighbors because they are Catholic and you're Protestant. I know there is a lot more to it than that. I keep trying to understand the history behind The Troubles, and it's complex.
