Coming home scenes- a hodge podge o' crap

This was the scene when I pulled into Sly's barn driveway tonight. He was weird as a fruitbat. He was over by the far fence (behind where Twister is), but before I could even get out of the truck, he had started toward me. I wanted to take pics of him, but he knows it is dinner time, so he hauls balls to the barn so fast I usually cannot get them.

Tonight though, he stood on the crest of the hill and snorted at me. I think he thought I was going to shoot him, he was acting so squirrelly.
Then he cut some imaginary cows, snorted a few more times, then made his way over to me.
If that scene does not make you feel good, I do not know what will. I love him, and just seeing him be so happy does my heart good. That and knowing his new farrier will be here next Saturday --that does my heart good too, as it has been something I have been concerned about. Replacing the Magnificent Marvin is no ordinary task.
Finally, I got a picture of the black kitty. She is precious. They are at that stage where they are so silly, playing together and wrestling, and getting stuck in stuff. Cracks me up.
The roany pony gets wilder looking every day. Her face is going to be super dark--you can see it around her hocks too. She is really something, and when I saw her standing with Bubbles and Spike tonight, I realized that she is growing like a weed. Spike is no longer even close to being a big boy compared to her.
Can you believe how white she is? I LOVE it. I cannot wait until Barry sees her--she changes so much every day, he will not even recognize her after being gone a few weeks.
Rock is doing really well too--catching her near a wood board and not cribbing on it is a remarkable feat. She posed for several pics tonight and never once honked at me with that horrid cribbing sound. I love her too, even though the rest of the world tends to find her unpalatable. That is all right--she is my horse, I am the only one that has to love her. She is 27 this year, and fat as a tick. I may take her for a little jaunt this weekend, if I get a chance. She is completely blind in that right eye not looking at us--which means that when she is caring for Squeak, they are functioning with only one operating eye out of the four of them. You would never know it though.

It was such a nice day by the time I got home after work. It was gross and cloudy all day--but the sun came out around 6, when I left work, and it was only in the high 70s. Perfect for taking pics. As I did this, my hay was being unloaded by the surprise delivery man. We had been trying to get it together to receive it this weekend, and it would have taken ALL WEEKEND to do--we have 116 bales coming in, approximately 75 tons of round baled bermuda. At the end of the day today, as I was being hauled to the auto repair place to get my truck with its new brakes, I got a call with an offer to do it tonight and tomorrow, and to totally leave me out of it. The dude is even unloading it for me! What more could you want, I ask you? I felt like I had a huge weight off my shoulders.

So many good things happened today--that got started, I got through testifying in court, something that is really uncomfortable for me since I keep wanting to correct everyone else there; I reached some conclusions on a brief that is making me crazy; I got the new farrier lined up; I got the truck brakes off the list; I got the new belt for the lawnmower and put it on (now the mower won't start but that will just have to be all right, won't it?); did two steps in my surprise project for Barry and now might really get it done, as it appears I won't be mowing any time soon; and I bet there are even more things. Oh I know--I talked to Hammer's trainer, and he is doing well. He has managed to show his true colors a few times, but the great news is that he is working through it, and Bobby is enjoying him. The cleaning lady comes tomorrow, and I am so grateful we were able to get her back after Barry went back to work.

I am excited about him coming home and seeing the surprise, and getting the new fence built this weekend. It is also the class reunion of the class ahead of me, so I am going to get to see some friends I have not seen in forever on Saturday nite. I am going to intrude and join them for cocktails. I am really excited about seeing people, especially Camilla and Libby. I cannot believe we have managed to get this old!

I feel a little bit like the fog has lifted--there has been so much drama and trauma and pain and stress around here for the last several weeks, or months, and we are managing to get through it. The only crappy thing about today is that Linda is putting her pony to sleep and her pig Possum, who may be the ugliest creature on earth, is going for the dirt nap as well. She is a saint to rescue all those animals, and she knows when it is time-- I know she hurts though and I am thinking of her.

And I just have to add this because it is bugging the hell out of me--what is wrong with these mothers on Toddlers and Tiaras? This one has a mom whose five daughters all show in pageants, and two of them are fraternal twins. One is better than the other, but this bitch of a mother is so obvious about how she favors her--it makes me sick. If I knew where she lived, I would go put all my funky laundry in her house. Horrible woman.