I'm a HUGE Stephen King fan! I've read all of his books, I think...just finished up his newest, The Institute - worth a read!
My ex (way back when) enrolled me in the Stephen King book club, so I have a whole slew of really nice hardbacks on the shelves, including an uncut, original version of The Stand. There's like 300 extra pages in it! As if it wasn't big enough already. That's my second favorite of his, after the Dark Tower. I haven't kept up, though, so there are probably more of his books I haven't read, than the ones I have. I just don't have the time to read like I used to. Maybe someday...
Originally Posted by StrykersPerson View Post
Guess you are going to have to get rid of some cows.
"...from my cold, dead hands!" I love my cows. They're just like Dobies, and (ahem) twice as smart. Don't tell the Dobies I said that, but these cows kinda scare me sometimes with their ability to solve problems using logic. A thumb snap on a chain? You know, like a leash snap? NO PROBLEM. Cricket, my diva cow, can unlatch them and get the gate open. We started putting the backup safety chains on all the latches because we (so far) haven't found a latch she can't open in 30 seconds. Sometimes the thumb snaps take her a minute or two, and I've had to resort to tying the important gates closed in at least two places, with the knots on the opposite side of Cricket, which makes it kinda hard for ME to get through one of those gates in a hurry. Cricket's daughter, Morgaine, is no slouch in the gate latch department, either, and both of them can get into things they never should be able to, so I'm constantly being tested, and trying to out-think them. Sometimes I succeed, and sometimes I fail. Sometimes I miss having just horses, who will stay on the other side of a strand of rope, bless them, whereas a cow will push on whatever is in their way until it falls over.
I make it sound like they're a pain in the patootie, and they are, sometimes, but most worthwhile things are, aren't they? I do love them, and they take good care of us, ALL of us, people and critters alike. They are the penultimate mothers of the universe.
Good morning friends.........well went to training class last night.......Nosework .......this class is fun........Hoss gets treats .....he loves it......
And all I have to do is follow Hoss as he runs around sniffing things.......call alert when he finds it...........in between ...sit around and chat while we wait our turn.....awesome class........sure beats the usual sit-down-stay stuff.....
Meanwhile Scott and I are getting ready for the surgery next Tuesday........last night one of my new friends in class......is an OR nurse for orthopedic surgeon.....she asked me if I was ready for the surgery.....I responded yes he is ready........she said.....NO....ARE YOU READY..........she warned me I am going to be quite busy. Well.....so far the cost is $5500 with insurance......holy **** ........so we plan to just do this and get to the other side.
Scott says no more weight lifting for him.......now will just focus on cardio stuff and bands .....guess he is a silver sneaker athlete now.......yup.....weight lifting just not worth it at our age.
So whats everyone else up to today ?
I miss weightlifting, but I get enough of lifting weights here, it should all be the same, eh? But I miss the good workout, and the sweat, and the nice cut muscles. Doesn't matter how much crap I sling now, or how many bags of pellets I move around, or armloads of hay, all I get now is a sore back and knees. My muscles are still strong, but I'm an old lady now and I have baggy skin everywhere. It's not horrible, but I notice it, and nothing I do seems to help. I should just accept it and try to age gracefully, I guess. I'm happy I'm still healthy and fit.
And by the way, the OR nurse is right, YOU need to be prepared. When Rich had his knees replaced (one at a time, two years apart), he was out of commission for over a month each time. I think it was more than a month - it seemed like SIX months to me. I had to do everything, and I mean everything, even all the little things like taking out the trash and burning it, and during the first one, I had just gotten a batch of 30 little baby guineas that I had to raise in a section of the coop, and during the time that Rich was flat out on the couch, the little buggers learned how to fly and were escaping the outside run, which didn't have a roof on it, so I had to go out and staple up some plastic over the top to stop them, but then they figured out how to wiggle out between the staples, so I had to go up again and tack up chicken wire over the whole top. Oh, and it was 97 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. I will NEVER forget that week from hell.
You won't have to tack up chicken wire on a ladder in near-100 degree heat, but really, all those little things that Scott does, you'll have to do, plus take care of him, at least to some extent, so be ready. And you know how men whine.
They can't take pain like us gurlz can.
(I'm just teasing, you know!)
As to what I'm up to today, I need to make a batch of hand cream for a friend of mine in Kansas, and I need to make another batch of soap for Rich and myself which I've been putting off because I can't decide which smell I want in it, and I REALLY need to vacuum and dust this place. One of our cats has been pulling her hair out for some reason, and she leaves little clumps of it all over the house. Does anyone know why cats do that? She doesn't seem the least bit sick or upset about anything, but she'll be grooming herself and just grab a clump and pull it out. It's bizarre. Anyway, I've been picking them up when I see them, but she's got ahead of me and now I need to pull out the big guns.
The good news is it's supposed to get up above freezing today. Oh, and MORE good news, we didn't lose any more kittens to the cold yesterday. They were all alive and well and waiting for their kitten chow when Rich went out to feed them. It was just the fluffy gray ones that succumbed. There's still one gray one left, but he looks to be about 8 to 10 weeks old, so he might just survive. He's past the age where we lost the other little ones.
I should be making a Samhain feast for our dinner tonight, but the last few years, I've been so busy at this time of year that I just blew it off. I made a big pot of potato and sausage soup with biscuits last night (excellent cold-weather food!), so our "feast" will be leftover soup, LOL! Hey, it's good, and it fills the tummy, so it counts as a feast to me.