Friday, September 2
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Hot again today.
The talk with the contractor was straightforward today. Things are progressing.
The person at the bank who was supposed to be helping us move old pension stocks from the U.S. to Canada hasn't been in contact with us, and we started the process with him several weeks ago. So, I called the same woman who helped us sort out the B.S. with our mortgage, and she said he had Covid last week, but she would make sure he gets in touch with us when he's back at work.
I had a phone conversation with Trainwreck sister, that was just frustrating, as usual. She deeply wants to leave her crappy, isolated trailer and live somewhere else that is safer and easier. She will say things like "I am so sick of this place, with all my crap, that if it all burned down tomorrow I would be thrilled". Yet, she is unable to give it away, throw it away, or sell it so that she can leave. Walking away from it might even be an option.
She also said on other occasions, how she's having a hard time affording groceries, especially given that her room mate expects her to cook meals for him. Today, she says that she has all kinds of food frozen, but that she can't be bothered to thaw it out and cook it, and that people give her all kinds of potatoes and so on.
So, I guess she is short of convenient food?
Then she goes on to talk about Mom's lack of engagement with the world (she's 92 for heaven's sake) as if it were a crisis.
She talked about our uncle (Mom's brother) and his wife, who are having a lot of issues and maybe shouldn't be living on their own either, as if it were a crisis. Our Uncle and his wife have four very involved adult daughters who check on them a lot, and are probably very aware of their changing needs. One of those daughters actually works with the hospital/care home system in that area, and would recognize the need for more assistance. I told Trainwreck that if she were truly worried, to talk to that daughter.
I went to see River, and he had a pretty good cut on the inside of his hind leg. When I went to get him out of the pasture, he was standing among the stacked piles of old brush and assorted wood pallets etc. that are piled up in the pasture.
This is one of the few things that bothers me about this riding barn, is that there are a few piles of old brush and wood (some with nails) piled up. This really is a giant no-no with livestock.
Most of the time, the horses don't go anywhere near it, but there isn't a ton of good grass left, and the only place left that has tall, lush grass is around these piles (since they normally don't go over there).
I was not real happy about the wound, and I showed it to R and mentioned that he was foraging around those piles of crap, and she instantly went into "pleasantly defensive mode" by saying that was nonsense, the horses were likely running through the bush.
I also pointed at a smaller cut on the back of his other hind leg, and said "Horses don't get cuts on the backs of their legs from running through the bush".
Yeah, well. I'm sure those piles of crap are one of those issues between her and her husband, as it sounds like it was supposed to be his job to burn it at some point, and it never gets done. It's the kind of thing that pretty much has to be done in the winter so that there is snow, and doesn't cause a forest fire.
So I didn't do much with him, but we cleaned it out. Turns out it was a puncture, which is worse as far as potential for infection. R didn't think we need the vet, but I am probably still having one come look at him tomorrow.
After that, I came home and worked on painting small rocks in fun designs, as a possible thing to sell at the barn to raise more money for the rescue. I want to rotate through a few different things, since people will only be interested in one thing for so long.
I painted one rock for me to be a fairly realistic turtle, and I am really surprised at how well it turned out!
Today I learned that a leech can survive for five years on one feeding, provided that it is refrigerated.
So, I learned from that one statement that a leech can live longer than five years, and that someone out there has a fridge more gross than mine.
https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-23656101
There is apparently an industry of leech farming, now that they are becoming more popular in medicine again.
Hot again today.
The talk with the contractor was straightforward today. Things are progressing.
The person at the bank who was supposed to be helping us move old pension stocks from the U.S. to Canada hasn't been in contact with us, and we started the process with him several weeks ago. So, I called the same woman who helped us sort out the B.S. with our mortgage, and she said he had Covid last week, but she would make sure he gets in touch with us when he's back at work.
I had a phone conversation with Trainwreck sister, that was just frustrating, as usual. She deeply wants to leave her crappy, isolated trailer and live somewhere else that is safer and easier. She will say things like "I am so sick of this place, with all my crap, that if it all burned down tomorrow I would be thrilled". Yet, she is unable to give it away, throw it away, or sell it so that she can leave. Walking away from it might even be an option.
She also said on other occasions, how she's having a hard time affording groceries, especially given that her room mate expects her to cook meals for him. Today, she says that she has all kinds of food frozen, but that she can't be bothered to thaw it out and cook it, and that people give her all kinds of potatoes and so on.
So, I guess she is short of convenient food?
Then she goes on to talk about Mom's lack of engagement with the world (she's 92 for heaven's sake) as if it were a crisis.
She talked about our uncle (Mom's brother) and his wife, who are having a lot of issues and maybe shouldn't be living on their own either, as if it were a crisis. Our Uncle and his wife have four very involved adult daughters who check on them a lot, and are probably very aware of their changing needs. One of those daughters actually works with the hospital/care home system in that area, and would recognize the need for more assistance. I told Trainwreck that if she were truly worried, to talk to that daughter.
I went to see River, and he had a pretty good cut on the inside of his hind leg. When I went to get him out of the pasture, he was standing among the stacked piles of old brush and assorted wood pallets etc. that are piled up in the pasture.
This is one of the few things that bothers me about this riding barn, is that there are a few piles of old brush and wood (some with nails) piled up. This really is a giant no-no with livestock.
Most of the time, the horses don't go anywhere near it, but there isn't a ton of good grass left, and the only place left that has tall, lush grass is around these piles (since they normally don't go over there).
I was not real happy about the wound, and I showed it to R and mentioned that he was foraging around those piles of crap, and she instantly went into "pleasantly defensive mode" by saying that was nonsense, the horses were likely running through the bush.
I also pointed at a smaller cut on the back of his other hind leg, and said "Horses don't get cuts on the backs of their legs from running through the bush".
Yeah, well. I'm sure those piles of crap are one of those issues between her and her husband, as it sounds like it was supposed to be his job to burn it at some point, and it never gets done. It's the kind of thing that pretty much has to be done in the winter so that there is snow, and doesn't cause a forest fire.
So I didn't do much with him, but we cleaned it out. Turns out it was a puncture, which is worse as far as potential for infection. R didn't think we need the vet, but I am probably still having one come look at him tomorrow.
After that, I came home and worked on painting small rocks in fun designs, as a possible thing to sell at the barn to raise more money for the rescue. I want to rotate through a few different things, since people will only be interested in one thing for so long.
I painted one rock for me to be a fairly realistic turtle, and I am really surprised at how well it turned out!
Today I learned that a leech can survive for five years on one feeding, provided that it is refrigerated.
So, I learned from that one statement that a leech can live longer than five years, and that someone out there has a fridge more gross than mine.
https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-23656101
There is apparently an industry of leech farming, now that they are becoming more popular in medicine again.
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Date: 2022-09-04 05:59 am (UTC)