- Apr 9, 2011
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Well all my plans for this week will have to be reassessed in light of me falling in a hole and getting hung up on a livestock panel last night. The sore throat I got from screaming and screaming at my husband to come give what little help he could is not the least of my injuries. That last heavy rain plus the dating activities of moles moved the safe zone next to the fence down-hill of the house back about eighteen inches, and the first thing I need to do (after wrapping the ankle that went in the hole, which was mostly hurt when I pulled it out) is figure pout what to put in said hole so Griz doesn't modify it for nefarious purposes of escape.
The worst damage is a big bruise and abrasion to the soft unscarred inside of my left elbow and a matching gaping three-cornered tear in the sleeve of my ex-best white cotton shirt. Oh, and I seem to have reinjured the rib I cracked last summer.
ARGH
Stumpy is becoming a more and more appropriate nickname for you. Be careful and take it easy this week. Someone else will just have to look after the cows.
I have to go check Patti (the blue one) because she was pinking up on Saturday when we wormed, and re-set Baaachus's pin in the orchard. I thought he'd be restricted to the yard for a while, because we put the cows in on Friday night (TOTAL circus) but the ice storm took down more road-fence than we could see before the aspen tops were cut up, so we can't let them in there until somebody has time to take down all those blackberries and rebuild 500 feet of line fence.
Paul and I were fantasizing about hitting all the blackberries with flame-throwers, but neither the fire marshal nor the air pollution control authority would approve. We need a tricerotops, or equivalent beast.
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