Having a really down day. Went out and sat with the chooks for a while. Helped - but can't realistically stay out there all evening.
It's Father's Day and I have a Dad to celebrate with, so I should be happy - and I should stop right there... But Dad has always been one of those men who has always been a good provider for his family but couldn't come up with his daughter's best friend's name if his life depended on it. I've had 2 horses for 20 years (my babies) and he doesn't know their names either. I'm not a particularly observant person myself but if a name has been coming up in conversation for 20+ years, I would hope that I just might catch it - eventually. So, two hour lunch was a very long discussion of the weather and local news. The whole thing - viewed from all it's various directions - just makes me sad.
Today is also my DH's birthday. He's been gone 7yrs now and I still miss him everyday. In my head, I don't really expect anyone to remember his birthday. But in my heart, it sort of hurts that everyone forgot... That doesn't make any sense.. but there it is. I guess that I did sort of expect his sister to remember.. Really would've been shocked if Dad had.
One of those old horses (that I've had longer than many folks have been married) is starting to be really bothered by what appears to be arthritis in her shoulder. She's one of those 'poison detector' horses who is nearly impossible to put on a daily, low dose medication. And at her age, I'm wondering if it would be kinder to put her down than to put her through what she's going to view as being attacked daily and forced fed something nasty. Just contemplating it breaks my heart. Maybe we'll have a few more months before it gets bad.
My roommate seems to have the idea that if she can drive me insane - or cause me to attempt to murder her - then she will end up with the farm all to herself (IF she survives the attempt, that is). I have no idea WHY she would want the farm, (she doesn't like to sweat, can't stand bugs, refuses to do anything that might include dirt, etc) but that is the only reason I can come up with for her NUTZO behavior lately. Where she got the idea.. since the mortgage is in my name, it's my farm, and she's renting the spare bedroom.... I don't know. But it's either that - or she has had some sort of mental break and I should really NOT be sitting here with my back to the room. ... maybe I'll go get the bat.. just in case....
I think that, for tonight, I'm going to start some laundry (cause having clean undies for work tomorrow has GOT to be a pick-me-up considering where I'm at now) and then go back out to coop and listen to the girls mutter and peep and coo till either they put themselves to bed or the hoards of skeeters suck me dry.
It's Father's Day and I have a Dad to celebrate with, so I should be happy - and I should stop right there... But Dad has always been one of those men who has always been a good provider for his family but couldn't come up with his daughter's best friend's name if his life depended on it. I've had 2 horses for 20 years (my babies) and he doesn't know their names either. I'm not a particularly observant person myself but if a name has been coming up in conversation for 20+ years, I would hope that I just might catch it - eventually. So, two hour lunch was a very long discussion of the weather and local news. The whole thing - viewed from all it's various directions - just makes me sad.
Today is also my DH's birthday. He's been gone 7yrs now and I still miss him everyday. In my head, I don't really expect anyone to remember his birthday. But in my heart, it sort of hurts that everyone forgot... That doesn't make any sense.. but there it is. I guess that I did sort of expect his sister to remember.. Really would've been shocked if Dad had.
One of those old horses (that I've had longer than many folks have been married) is starting to be really bothered by what appears to be arthritis in her shoulder. She's one of those 'poison detector' horses who is nearly impossible to put on a daily, low dose medication. And at her age, I'm wondering if it would be kinder to put her down than to put her through what she's going to view as being attacked daily and forced fed something nasty. Just contemplating it breaks my heart. Maybe we'll have a few more months before it gets bad.
My roommate seems to have the idea that if she can drive me insane - or cause me to attempt to murder her - then she will end up with the farm all to herself (IF she survives the attempt, that is). I have no idea WHY she would want the farm, (she doesn't like to sweat, can't stand bugs, refuses to do anything that might include dirt, etc) but that is the only reason I can come up with for her NUTZO behavior lately. Where she got the idea.. since the mortgage is in my name, it's my farm, and she's renting the spare bedroom.... I don't know. But it's either that - or she has had some sort of mental break and I should really NOT be sitting here with my back to the room. ... maybe I'll go get the bat.. just in case....
I think that, for tonight, I'm going to start some laundry (cause having clean undies for work tomorrow has GOT to be a pick-me-up considering where I'm at now) and then go back out to coop and listen to the girls mutter and peep and coo till either they put themselves to bed or the hoards of skeeters suck me dry.
