Wednesday, April 26
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
I was up in decent time so that I didn't feel rushed for the vet coming today.
I had a conversation with my Mom where she seemed pretty lucid, and though I could hear Trainwreck in the background, she allowed me to speak with Mom without having to interrupt (I think she was heading home).
I had a frustrating experience trying to see if I could find a landscaper to come install a channel drain to take the water as it comes from the weeping tiles away from the house. Basically a sunken plastic box connected to a pipe that would be dug in, on a grade, to take it out where it won't just go into the weeping tile again.
I got outright laughed at by one guy, because his business was located a little too far away to come to our place. I'm not sure how he thought that was SO RIDICULOUS, as his business is listed as being within our reasonable service area. It's not my mistake, it's his for saying that his business serves the region, when it apparently does not.
He did give me a name to try, and when I called that guy, he started mansplaining to me that what I needed to do was install a collection tub with a hose on it that leads away from the house. I told him that I KNEW THAT, as it was what I was asking if he would do. He more or less was like "you should just get your husband to do it and save money".
Yeah. Well. The whole point of me trying to see if anyone would do the work, is that my husband has got a lot on his plate, and he asked me if I could find someone willing to do the work.
Anyhow, so now we are back to square one, but get this. After me venting my rage at the jerks who think I don't understand what I want, my husband just says "well, then I guess I'll just try to do it for you".
So WHY NOT JUST SAY SO IN THE FIRST PLACE WHEN I ASKED, instead of humiliating me by letting me call landscapers, knowing that they would likely just turn the work down and patronize me because it's such a small job?
That wasn't much fun. None of it.
I made use of the hour before the vet came to move some dirt from a pile by the house over to a low spot in the yard, and to start raking the dead weeds and grass from the disturbed soil around the house that I plan to mulch with wood chips, but I need to clear it off first.
Then the vet came, and his assistant. This vet is pretty practical, which is what I needed for Hollywood. He isn't panicking because she is an old horse with bad teeth, trying to get me to do radical dental surgery or anything. He gets that I am just caring for her to keep her as comfortable as possible, with likely not a huge amount of time ahead of us.
That went smoothly, and he knows to use a very low dosage of sedative with her.
Then we looked at Ursula, one of the two minis. Ursula has always had a hitch in her gait (I got her that way a few years ago), which I understood to be from an old injury. It seemed a little worse this spring, and I also wanted to know what it was and whether I could improve it.
We did some x-rays, and he did find some old damage in her shoulder, but he felt that it was not likely painful, but the limp was more of a mechanical issue, like it hadn't healed well. He didn't think we needed to put her on medication, because it wasn't likely going to change anything. We can look at that later if we need to.
That actually made me feel a lot better, because at least I know what's going on in there, and that it is what it is. Ursula came to me with some damage to her face from a halter being left on until it embedded in the flesh and this limp, and it really makes me sad to think what might have happened to her. I suppose it COULD have just been a pasture injury.
Then I went to the riding barn. We recorded the newest pattern to be submitted later online.
Before we recorded, we broke down the Liberty circles on the right lead to see if we could get a smaller, better circle, and we did get somewhere with it today.
I feel a little ho-hum about the pattern we executed. River still looks slow, in spite of all the work I've been doing with that. Overall, it looks okay, and probably fine for entering the class.
At least I looked a little nicer than usual. I wore a proper "equestrian sport shirt" that I got about a month ago under a vest, and it kind of looks like appropriate equestrian wear. The rules for the Association state that I could wear any long sleeved shirt with a collar.
I said a little parting thought for Phoenix before he leaves for his new home (tomorrow?) wishing him a safe journey and a happy life with his new family. I really do hope he has a good life, he's a great little guy who loves people, and he got such a good start by getting training from R. That's a rare gift when you adopt a rescue horse, is to have a whole winter's training put into him by an excellent horse person.
Then I came home and had a nap.
I learned about:
The Great Vowel Shift was a series of changes in the pronunciation of the English language that took place primarily between 1400 and 1700, beginning in southern England and today having influenced effectively all dialects of English. Through this vowel shift, the pronunciation of all Middle English long vowels was changed. Some consonant sounds changed as well, particularly those that became silent; the term Great Vowel Shift is sometimes used to include these consonantal changes.[1][2]
The standardization of English spelling began in the 15th and 16th centuries, and the Great Vowel Shift is the major reason English spellings now often deviate considerably from how they represent pronunciations.[3] The Great Vowel Shift was first studied by Otto Jespersen (1860–1943), a Danish linguist and Anglicist, who coined the term.[4]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Vowel_Shift
I was up in decent time so that I didn't feel rushed for the vet coming today.
I had a conversation with my Mom where she seemed pretty lucid, and though I could hear Trainwreck in the background, she allowed me to speak with Mom without having to interrupt (I think she was heading home).
I had a frustrating experience trying to see if I could find a landscaper to come install a channel drain to take the water as it comes from the weeping tiles away from the house. Basically a sunken plastic box connected to a pipe that would be dug in, on a grade, to take it out where it won't just go into the weeping tile again.
I got outright laughed at by one guy, because his business was located a little too far away to come to our place. I'm not sure how he thought that was SO RIDICULOUS, as his business is listed as being within our reasonable service area. It's not my mistake, it's his for saying that his business serves the region, when it apparently does not.
He did give me a name to try, and when I called that guy, he started mansplaining to me that what I needed to do was install a collection tub with a hose on it that leads away from the house. I told him that I KNEW THAT, as it was what I was asking if he would do. He more or less was like "you should just get your husband to do it and save money".
Yeah. Well. The whole point of me trying to see if anyone would do the work, is that my husband has got a lot on his plate, and he asked me if I could find someone willing to do the work.
Anyhow, so now we are back to square one, but get this. After me venting my rage at the jerks who think I don't understand what I want, my husband just says "well, then I guess I'll just try to do it for you".
So WHY NOT JUST SAY SO IN THE FIRST PLACE WHEN I ASKED, instead of humiliating me by letting me call landscapers, knowing that they would likely just turn the work down and patronize me because it's such a small job?
That wasn't much fun. None of it.
I made use of the hour before the vet came to move some dirt from a pile by the house over to a low spot in the yard, and to start raking the dead weeds and grass from the disturbed soil around the house that I plan to mulch with wood chips, but I need to clear it off first.
Then the vet came, and his assistant. This vet is pretty practical, which is what I needed for Hollywood. He isn't panicking because she is an old horse with bad teeth, trying to get me to do radical dental surgery or anything. He gets that I am just caring for her to keep her as comfortable as possible, with likely not a huge amount of time ahead of us.
That went smoothly, and he knows to use a very low dosage of sedative with her.
Then we looked at Ursula, one of the two minis. Ursula has always had a hitch in her gait (I got her that way a few years ago), which I understood to be from an old injury. It seemed a little worse this spring, and I also wanted to know what it was and whether I could improve it.
We did some x-rays, and he did find some old damage in her shoulder, but he felt that it was not likely painful, but the limp was more of a mechanical issue, like it hadn't healed well. He didn't think we needed to put her on medication, because it wasn't likely going to change anything. We can look at that later if we need to.
That actually made me feel a lot better, because at least I know what's going on in there, and that it is what it is. Ursula came to me with some damage to her face from a halter being left on until it embedded in the flesh and this limp, and it really makes me sad to think what might have happened to her. I suppose it COULD have just been a pasture injury.
Then I went to the riding barn. We recorded the newest pattern to be submitted later online.
Before we recorded, we broke down the Liberty circles on the right lead to see if we could get a smaller, better circle, and we did get somewhere with it today.
I feel a little ho-hum about the pattern we executed. River still looks slow, in spite of all the work I've been doing with that. Overall, it looks okay, and probably fine for entering the class.
At least I looked a little nicer than usual. I wore a proper "equestrian sport shirt" that I got about a month ago under a vest, and it kind of looks like appropriate equestrian wear. The rules for the Association state that I could wear any long sleeved shirt with a collar.
I said a little parting thought for Phoenix before he leaves for his new home (tomorrow?) wishing him a safe journey and a happy life with his new family. I really do hope he has a good life, he's a great little guy who loves people, and he got such a good start by getting training from R. That's a rare gift when you adopt a rescue horse, is to have a whole winter's training put into him by an excellent horse person.
Then I came home and had a nap.
I learned about:
The Great Vowel Shift was a series of changes in the pronunciation of the English language that took place primarily between 1400 and 1700, beginning in southern England and today having influenced effectively all dialects of English. Through this vowel shift, the pronunciation of all Middle English long vowels was changed. Some consonant sounds changed as well, particularly those that became silent; the term Great Vowel Shift is sometimes used to include these consonantal changes.[1][2]
The standardization of English spelling began in the 15th and 16th centuries, and the Great Vowel Shift is the major reason English spellings now often deviate considerably from how they represent pronunciations.[3] The Great Vowel Shift was first studied by Otto Jespersen (1860–1943), a Danish linguist and Anglicist, who coined the term.[4]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Vowel_Shift
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Date: 2023-04-27 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-04-27 08:52 pm (UTC)There is always the chance that she had something else that was new happening with that leg like an abscess in her hoof or something on top of the old injury. It would be easy to miss a new issue, if she's always limped a bit.
It is a big responsibility to own animals, and I don't think I'm unique in caring this much, I just have more animals.
Sometimes I get a little burnt out when it seems like it is just one issue after another (but yesterday's teeth floating was just routine, and Ursula's exam wasn't overly dramatic).
I do know of other acreage/farm people like myself with lots of animals, and they end up rescuing animals that need a lot of extra time and care too, or keep their horses through to the end of their lives which means lots of extra care and vet visits, and have a ton of barn cats that people keep dumping there so they pay to get them neutered, and so on.
Caring about others in general isn't easy, whether it is about the homeless, or family, or animals, or the environment, or even about something like saving heritage buildings. It takes effort. It does give life some meaning.