Tuesday, August 22
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
The weather was cool but not raining, and thus the farrier did not cancel.
She texted and wanted to come early, even though she postponed the last two appointments, and I just let her pick the time and date last time to try and make this work. Oh well. I guess we do it early, then.
It all went smoothly, and as usual the farrier was calm and gentle and patient with my elderly mare who can't stand for very long on any one foot, as she is arthritic, and with the other somewhat spazzy mare, and the ponies (who didn't do badly at all today).
I am just glad it got done, as everyone needed their hooves done very much at this point.
My husband had hoped to get up a little earlier today to do more on the sheets of insulation, but got up fairly late again, and saying he feels like night after night he's dreaming too much to feel rested. He has literally been "in bed" for about ten or more hours all week, and somehow isn't feeling rested.
He could be making up for a huge sleep deficit, I guess, but he generally got seven or eight hours a night at his job, if he was accurate about when he was going to bed.
I'm trying not to be too bitchy about it, but..? He goes to bed roughly at midnight, and has been getting up at about 11am or 12 pm. He's used to getting up at 6 am, so it's not like I'm an awful person to think that if he just got up maybe at 9 or 10, he could work a solid four hours on the house a day, and still not be "pushed" too hard? August is almost gone, and while it's not too tough to think he could be done the siding by the end of September, there were other things too that need doing before winter. It might be nice to get to some of them.
The contractor is looking like he's not committed to working for us, which sucks, because I know that my husband would make the effort to get up and work solid days if we hired a contractor to work with him. Honestly, this could be done in one week if he and a contractor worked normal work days; then it wouldn't feel like it was hanging over our heads all the time.
Well, at least we did accomplish something useful today, we raked up all the old hay from the floor of the barn, and it took two loads on the truck to get it all out. We used it as mulch around the raspberries. It doesn't really keep the weeds down, but it fertilizes the canes and it does make it easier to pull the weeds out.
We went to the barn, and took the trailer again.
River was in a good mood, he was calm and relaxed for trailer loading (again, I just got him to stand inside, not tied with the divider closed).
We worked on our pattern, and he did well, and I was happy with where we are for today. He's doing the back from behind consistently, though he still has trouble making a nice circle to the right.
R wanted to put all the horses together in one big herd again, which means putting River back in with that mare again, the one that brought out his stud instincts.
For some reason, she seemed to think that it was worth trying again, even though I was like "WHY?".
So, fine. I put him in with her (and the rest of the herd), and within two minutes he was already running around like a maniac, starting fights with the other geldings, and trying to herd her away from the group.
I brought R's attention to it, and her first response was "I'd like to give it more time and see if he relaxes", and I was like "fine, but then you'll have to catch him alone, if you move her now I can help". I really didn't want them to stay together. I mean, WHY? So they can run around and maybe get hurt or hurt one of the other horses, or anyone who went into the pasture to catch a horse? So my horse could run himself stupid all night and be a wreck the next day for my lesson, if I was even able to catch him or work with him?
Well, we watched him for about five more minutes, and in that time he did nothing but herd her around and chase the other horses away, and just mayhem. She agreed there was no more point to "seeing how it would go".
By this time, I was just frustrated. My horse was all worked up, as were all of the others. It was actually dangerous now to go in there and separate them, as they were all running around kicking and being idiots. Why did she think ANYTHING would be magically different this time?
We were barely able to catch the mare and take her out, as River was trying to stay between us and the mare, and as she was being led away they both whinnied for each other and so on. The whole thing was just nerve-wracking at that point.
Then she says "Well, it wasn't as bad as last time". I'm like, it was WORSE, but you thought we should try this again for shits and giggles? I bet it would have been a LOT better by tomorrow!!!!!
Anyhow, we went home, and let our critters out for a while. This is when we did more moving hay to the garden.
I enjoyed some of the late raspberries, and we picked fresh yellow beans for supper, and some patty pan squash, and a weird zucchini hybrid for later.
We watched more "American Gods". This is the last season, we're nearly done, and it feels like it's all rushed and they are trying to tie up loose ends in a hurry, and it's not that satisfying.
I am considering just sleeping on the couch to see if my husband can finally get some deeper sleep. He went to bed at midnight again, so really, he should be able to manage getting up by 9 or 10.
I learned that Romans were the first to standardize the duration of an hour. Previously, an hour's duration was variable.
"An hour was defined as one twelfth of the daytime, or the time elapsed between sunset and sunrise. Since the duration varied with the seasons, this also meant that the length of the hour changed. Winter days being shorter, the hours were correspondingly shorter and vice versa in summer."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_timekeeping
The weather was cool but not raining, and thus the farrier did not cancel.
She texted and wanted to come early, even though she postponed the last two appointments, and I just let her pick the time and date last time to try and make this work. Oh well. I guess we do it early, then.
It all went smoothly, and as usual the farrier was calm and gentle and patient with my elderly mare who can't stand for very long on any one foot, as she is arthritic, and with the other somewhat spazzy mare, and the ponies (who didn't do badly at all today).
I am just glad it got done, as everyone needed their hooves done very much at this point.
My husband had hoped to get up a little earlier today to do more on the sheets of insulation, but got up fairly late again, and saying he feels like night after night he's dreaming too much to feel rested. He has literally been "in bed" for about ten or more hours all week, and somehow isn't feeling rested.
He could be making up for a huge sleep deficit, I guess, but he generally got seven or eight hours a night at his job, if he was accurate about when he was going to bed.
I'm trying not to be too bitchy about it, but..? He goes to bed roughly at midnight, and has been getting up at about 11am or 12 pm. He's used to getting up at 6 am, so it's not like I'm an awful person to think that if he just got up maybe at 9 or 10, he could work a solid four hours on the house a day, and still not be "pushed" too hard? August is almost gone, and while it's not too tough to think he could be done the siding by the end of September, there were other things too that need doing before winter. It might be nice to get to some of them.
The contractor is looking like he's not committed to working for us, which sucks, because I know that my husband would make the effort to get up and work solid days if we hired a contractor to work with him. Honestly, this could be done in one week if he and a contractor worked normal work days; then it wouldn't feel like it was hanging over our heads all the time.
Well, at least we did accomplish something useful today, we raked up all the old hay from the floor of the barn, and it took two loads on the truck to get it all out. We used it as mulch around the raspberries. It doesn't really keep the weeds down, but it fertilizes the canes and it does make it easier to pull the weeds out.
We went to the barn, and took the trailer again.
River was in a good mood, he was calm and relaxed for trailer loading (again, I just got him to stand inside, not tied with the divider closed).
We worked on our pattern, and he did well, and I was happy with where we are for today. He's doing the back from behind consistently, though he still has trouble making a nice circle to the right.
R wanted to put all the horses together in one big herd again, which means putting River back in with that mare again, the one that brought out his stud instincts.
For some reason, she seemed to think that it was worth trying again, even though I was like "WHY?".
So, fine. I put him in with her (and the rest of the herd), and within two minutes he was already running around like a maniac, starting fights with the other geldings, and trying to herd her away from the group.
I brought R's attention to it, and her first response was "I'd like to give it more time and see if he relaxes", and I was like "fine, but then you'll have to catch him alone, if you move her now I can help". I really didn't want them to stay together. I mean, WHY? So they can run around and maybe get hurt or hurt one of the other horses, or anyone who went into the pasture to catch a horse? So my horse could run himself stupid all night and be a wreck the next day for my lesson, if I was even able to catch him or work with him?
Well, we watched him for about five more minutes, and in that time he did nothing but herd her around and chase the other horses away, and just mayhem. She agreed there was no more point to "seeing how it would go".
By this time, I was just frustrated. My horse was all worked up, as were all of the others. It was actually dangerous now to go in there and separate them, as they were all running around kicking and being idiots. Why did she think ANYTHING would be magically different this time?
We were barely able to catch the mare and take her out, as River was trying to stay between us and the mare, and as she was being led away they both whinnied for each other and so on. The whole thing was just nerve-wracking at that point.
Then she says "Well, it wasn't as bad as last time". I'm like, it was WORSE, but you thought we should try this again for shits and giggles? I bet it would have been a LOT better by tomorrow!!!!!
Anyhow, we went home, and let our critters out for a while. This is when we did more moving hay to the garden.
I enjoyed some of the late raspberries, and we picked fresh yellow beans for supper, and some patty pan squash, and a weird zucchini hybrid for later.
We watched more "American Gods". This is the last season, we're nearly done, and it feels like it's all rushed and they are trying to tie up loose ends in a hurry, and it's not that satisfying.
I am considering just sleeping on the couch to see if my husband can finally get some deeper sleep. He went to bed at midnight again, so really, he should be able to manage getting up by 9 or 10.
I learned that Romans were the first to standardize the duration of an hour. Previously, an hour's duration was variable.
"An hour was defined as one twelfth of the daytime, or the time elapsed between sunset and sunrise. Since the duration varied with the seasons, this also meant that the length of the hour changed. Winter days being shorter, the hours were correspondingly shorter and vice versa in summer."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_timekeeping
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