Thursday, November 8
Nov. 8th, 2024 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Pleasantly warm weather for this time of year.
I was not terribly pleased with my afternoon "hello, I'm alive" phone call with my Sweetie, because when I talked about things we might do this weekend, he mentioned our friend (that had the recent heart attack) needing him to come haul out more junk.
This time, it's not even "justifiable" junk clearing, like clearing out his parent's house so he can sell it (though I have long since felt they should just call a company to toss EVERYTHING, since my husband says that almost none of it is worth trying to sell).
This friend wants my husband to go with him out to his family farm that of COURSE is hoarded to the nuts too, and go drag an ancient hay rack out of the yard (probably out of the bush, even), get it onto his big trailer, so he can take it home.
For one, any hay rack that has sat there for probably well over 20 years is likely not worth ANYTHING to ANYONE. Second, our friend sure as heck doesn't need it. He doesn't haul hay. He has probably three other utility trailers, big enough to haul a tractor on it. Third, why do you have to ask my husband to come do stupid useless things like this, and if you sell it are you going to give my husband any of the money? Nope.
You know what? That farm is the next thing our friend is going to be trying to "clean up", and suck up all of my husband's free time. What he needs to do, is just sell that farm (the family will likely sell it when the Mom passes) AS IS, and let cleaning it all out be someone else's problem.
My husband has helped this couple clean out their own old house when they built a new one, even hauling GARBAGE out of the basement that should have just been left down there, and just bulldozed dirt over it all. He's helped them clean out the grand parent's hoarded house, with seven old boats in the back yard, felled trees for them, hauled load after load to the dump with them on that house. Now he's doing the same for their mother's house, and has spent many days hauling stuff out of THAT basement and then trips to the dump. That house isn't even finished yet!
Now it's going to be hauling out old farm equipment at that farm? For F@CK'S SAKE, JUST LET IT GO!!!
It's fine if they want to go digging around in garbage and bring things home to junk up their home, but why do they have to involve my husband in all of this?
They aren't even making any money selling what they do find. Not enough to make up for the time they've spent.
Moving on.
I ranted to Sister E for a few minutes about the above.
Then I worked with Wonder on her own in the big pasture, since it seems to help to gain her focus to do this before bringing Dandy in. Then I worked with both of them. I think they did well today, Wonder only left once, and though they both thought about it again a few times, they chose not to leave.
I don't really understand Wonder's tension. It takes easily half an hour of working with her before she relaxes. Until then, she's tight, she's snorting, and is right on the edge of taking off the whole time. Once she actually relaxes, she's fine, and seems happy enough to walk beside me.
Why would she be so worried and tight in a pasture she is very familiar with, that has nothing scary in it, with a person who offers her no harm (in fact, I generally offer her food and lots of gentle scratchies and hugs).
Dandy does take off, but there isn't that feeling of tightness and fear with him. He just takes off because he has zero attention span.
Anyhow, my Sweetie walked around the pasture with me when he got home, and with Roxy on a leash since she can't leave the horses alone.
After that, I worked on pottery in the garage, trimming the three things I threw a while ago. My husband was supposed to throw something, but no. He ended up just doing some wood working, which is great, except half the point of putting the pottery wheel in the garage was so HE could throw, since he pretty much never comes to the studio in town.
I don't know what is going on with that. He used to really enjoy pottery, seems to enjoy it when he actually goes, but most of the time won't throw anything, just works the clay for me or does other helpful things, but won't throw. He really loves coming to Raku day, but never makes anything to put in the kiln for that day.
I know that it gets harder to throw when you're out of practice, but THAT'S the point of the wheel in the garage, is to practice again!
I got my pieces trimmed, and then we came in and watched more "Scooby Doo", which I am getting pretty bored with. It's not very engaging.
Pleasantly warm weather for this time of year.
I was not terribly pleased with my afternoon "hello, I'm alive" phone call with my Sweetie, because when I talked about things we might do this weekend, he mentioned our friend (that had the recent heart attack) needing him to come haul out more junk.
This time, it's not even "justifiable" junk clearing, like clearing out his parent's house so he can sell it (though I have long since felt they should just call a company to toss EVERYTHING, since my husband says that almost none of it is worth trying to sell).
This friend wants my husband to go with him out to his family farm that of COURSE is hoarded to the nuts too, and go drag an ancient hay rack out of the yard (probably out of the bush, even), get it onto his big trailer, so he can take it home.
For one, any hay rack that has sat there for probably well over 20 years is likely not worth ANYTHING to ANYONE. Second, our friend sure as heck doesn't need it. He doesn't haul hay. He has probably three other utility trailers, big enough to haul a tractor on it. Third, why do you have to ask my husband to come do stupid useless things like this, and if you sell it are you going to give my husband any of the money? Nope.
You know what? That farm is the next thing our friend is going to be trying to "clean up", and suck up all of my husband's free time. What he needs to do, is just sell that farm (the family will likely sell it when the Mom passes) AS IS, and let cleaning it all out be someone else's problem.
My husband has helped this couple clean out their own old house when they built a new one, even hauling GARBAGE out of the basement that should have just been left down there, and just bulldozed dirt over it all. He's helped them clean out the grand parent's hoarded house, with seven old boats in the back yard, felled trees for them, hauled load after load to the dump with them on that house. Now he's doing the same for their mother's house, and has spent many days hauling stuff out of THAT basement and then trips to the dump. That house isn't even finished yet!
Now it's going to be hauling out old farm equipment at that farm? For F@CK'S SAKE, JUST LET IT GO!!!
It's fine if they want to go digging around in garbage and bring things home to junk up their home, but why do they have to involve my husband in all of this?
They aren't even making any money selling what they do find. Not enough to make up for the time they've spent.
Moving on.
I ranted to Sister E for a few minutes about the above.
Then I worked with Wonder on her own in the big pasture, since it seems to help to gain her focus to do this before bringing Dandy in. Then I worked with both of them. I think they did well today, Wonder only left once, and though they both thought about it again a few times, they chose not to leave.
I don't really understand Wonder's tension. It takes easily half an hour of working with her before she relaxes. Until then, she's tight, she's snorting, and is right on the edge of taking off the whole time. Once she actually relaxes, she's fine, and seems happy enough to walk beside me.
Why would she be so worried and tight in a pasture she is very familiar with, that has nothing scary in it, with a person who offers her no harm (in fact, I generally offer her food and lots of gentle scratchies and hugs).
Dandy does take off, but there isn't that feeling of tightness and fear with him. He just takes off because he has zero attention span.
Anyhow, my Sweetie walked around the pasture with me when he got home, and with Roxy on a leash since she can't leave the horses alone.
After that, I worked on pottery in the garage, trimming the three things I threw a while ago. My husband was supposed to throw something, but no. He ended up just doing some wood working, which is great, except half the point of putting the pottery wheel in the garage was so HE could throw, since he pretty much never comes to the studio in town.
I don't know what is going on with that. He used to really enjoy pottery, seems to enjoy it when he actually goes, but most of the time won't throw anything, just works the clay for me or does other helpful things, but won't throw. He really loves coming to Raku day, but never makes anything to put in the kiln for that day.
I know that it gets harder to throw when you're out of practice, but THAT'S the point of the wheel in the garage, is to practice again!
I got my pieces trimmed, and then we came in and watched more "Scooby Doo", which I am getting pretty bored with. It's not very engaging.
