My day? I awoke at my usual 4 A.M., and decided to make pork bone soup. There was a bag of bones from the last hog we butchered taking up a lot of room in the freezer, so I used it as meat and seasoning for a nice stew.
Next, a visit to the gynecologist (groinacologist, as Archie Bunker used to say) because I hadn't seen one in ages. Enough said about that. Except that I wish she'd stop trying to force me to get a colonoscopy. Sheesh, leave me alone already. If I can't have my coffee with creamer for 24 hours, it ain't worth doing.
Once again I worked Libby (ground work, which means I wasn't riding, only directing) in the round pen with the saddle on her; today she didn't buck. She's getting much better with letting me pick up her feet and work on them, too.
Cliff's sister called to ask why I'm not blogging about what's going on with our mobile home. Well, that's because nothing is happening. The concrete will be cured sufficiently on Monday; then we'll be seeing about getting our home moved onto our property.
When something happens, I'll let you folks know. We can't do anything about the water lines until the rural water people install a meter, because we don't know where the meter will be. One thing that is NOT a problem is the electricity; it seems they're ready to move any time we give them the go-ahead.
This is Adam, who boards his two horses here, with his recently acquired pup... some sort of cattle dog, I believe. He's a little sweetheart and growing like a weed. Adam wants him to get used to being around horses, so he brings him out every time he comes to work with his gelding.
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