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About Exechorseluver

A writer and horse lover (animal lover) at heart. With a few year's exception, I have mostly worked outside the animal field. I am pretty good at what I do. But at the end of day, I want to be with the horses, cuddle with the dogs and sit quietly as the sun goes down with a cat on my lap. Spending time with my family and especially my grandchildren is number one for me. My little farm gives me a perfect life.

Give blood!-Lenten Writing #14

Caitlyn soaring to new heights on Camero

In how many ways do you give blood?  Not necessarily in the purest sense of donating blood but by giving so much of yourself to the success of a project that you feel you have just donated a pint.  You walk away a wee bit woozy and more than a little bit drained.

My documentation of giving blood (the real red kind) is long.  Actually, today I updated my phone number while donating blood and it was my phone number from when I lived in Florida-at least 17 years ago.  Being part of the health care world for so long, giving blood was an important gift we were really all expected to give.  I have never stopped.

But this blog today is more about the life altering projects, the horses you take from babies to Grand Prixes and all of those grand passions which drive you forward in life.  It is about that thing that you do that maybe hard, so difficult, but makes a big difference either for you or for others. 
So today not a long blog just a reminder that there are so many ways that we give blood every day or throughout our lives. And no matter if your project is getting fit enough to run a marathon, soaring your horse over new heights, or just promoting the best in every person you meet, give blood.


And while you’re at it donate some blood too!  

As always, thanks for riding along. 

Daylight Fun Nights– Lenton Writings #14

Between being off celebrating my birthday on a cruise and day after day of rain I have seen my Houston-based grandchildren very little. Certainly we have not been out to ride together.
Last night on the fly I asked Ally if they wanted to come over and eat pizza.  I have two poodles (of course) and Ally’s family has one. They all go to the same groomer. The girls drop them off and I pick them up on my way home from work. It was grooming day so a perfect day for all of us to meet up since they had to come over to get their dog anyway. 

As I was driving home from the groomer I got a text that asked if the girls could stay on after dinner and ride. Since little Kendyll did her Secretariat inspired run on Diva, subsequently falling off, she has been less inclined to want to ride. Jordyn just hasn’t been on the back of a horse for a while.
While things were drying up and not perfect riding conditions,  it was good enough for an evening ride with the added bonus of daylight savings time giving us much more sunlight to enjoy.

We headed out to the arena, me with Nova, Jordyn with Mickey and Kendyll planning to ride Diva. But Diva was a little full of it and Kendyll was a little reluctant and one thing lead to another which put Kendyll riding double along with granny.

It is in the spontaneous moments that fun florishes. With this change, Lauren decided to get on Diva, with her shorts, bare legs and non-riding shoes. Diva was dressed with Jordyn’s saddle and just a halter and lead rope. Kendyll and I had a lot of fun walking over trot poles and around jumps.
Diva actually looked great having come back from her adventure of being stuck in the fence to being completely sound and ready to go. In fact in the little time that Lauren worked her at the trot and the canter, I don’t know that I’ve never seen her go so fluently and quietly. That was nice to see. I suggested that we head out and ride around the pasture since all the other horses were up in their stalls. 

Jordan was a little skeptical of her ability to control Mickey but we assured her she would be fine. Off we trooped down and around the pasture with all the dogs following behind. 
We have a hill in the bottom pasture where we dumped all the sod and dirt we had taken out of the arena when we constructed it. Kendyll and I went up one side and down the other with her laughing all the way.

I like the idea of riding double as Kendyll was getting all the feel of riding (and could adequately identify whatever gait we were in) while not having to worry about the steering or the horse running off.  It was pretty great. 

It was nice to see the pastures with the grass growing so green and lush. Apparently, the rain was good for something. We also surveyed the damage from the winter storms. We had a few fallen trees and branches. 

Wasn’t long before Lauren decided riding Diva in shorts and in Jordyn’s tiny saddle was not that wonderful and she wanted off. Jordyn chose to get off at that time too. Kendyll and I just kept on going pausing for a few minutes for a photo and then heading on down the driveway.  

Finally, it was time to call it a night. We did spend a few minutes before going in playing with Sims. He wanted to hang out real close to me. I just wanted to take his picture with Jordyn!


 I think both girls had a nice time and I sure enjoyed being with them. It is these impromptu opportunities to enjoy my family and my horses that means so much to me. 

I hope if you’re in the Northeast you’re hunkered down and staying warm and safe. Storms have moved on from here and we are glad. As always, thanks for riding along. 

 

They Said-Lenten Writing #13

I am sharing a post from my fellow blogger, Dave.  Nothing serious just about things we all may deal with at one time or another-things they say.  Hope you enjoy it.  Thanks for riding along. 

They Said . . .

by Dave

They said, cook it in the oven.   They said, it’ll be much easier . . . yeah right.

I really like bacon, however since I have been a one person household it has not been a staple in my kitchen.  Probably a combination of three reasons: the stuff is expensive, it isn’t very healthy and it is kind of a mess to cook and clean up just for one person.

A couple weeks ago I smoked some ribs, brisket and other stuff.  I wanted to try a new process on a pork loin, I needed some bacon.  The loin was good and I had some bacon left, sure wasn’t going to throw that high dollar stuff away, so I broke out the old cast iron skillet and fried me some bacon.  It took a little elbow grease to degrease the skillet, stove top and surrounding area but by god that bacon was good.  I ate some and froze some (just a little test), a few seconds in the microwave and it was almost as good as the fresh fried version.

The next time I went to the grocery store a 1 ½ lb. (did you ever wonder who decided lb. was the appropriate abbreviation for pound) package mysteriously found its way into my shopping cart.

The plan was to cook all the bacon and freeze it so I could use one or five pieces at a time as the appetite dictated.  I have also always wanted to have that little container of bacon grease available to enhance the flavor of all sorts of things; mom always had a jar of bacon grease on the stove.

I used my old friend, Google, to determine the best way to accomplish this simple little project.  Google said it would be much easier to cook the bacon in the oven and that I could store the grease almost indefinitely in the fridge in a glass or ceramic container, no plastic.

There were several opinions about the best way to oven cook bacon, all of them used a shallow pan or cookie sheet, I have this like new, although it is several years old, sheet cake pan, the consensus temp seemed to be 400, my oven will do that. Opinions differed on placing the bacon on a baking rack in the pan or just placing it directly in the bottom of the pan.  I decided, to keep the grease a little cleaner, I should use the rack method.  I don’t own a baking rack, I don’t even know what that is, and so I improvised and used a rack out of my smoker.  Looks like all I need to do is oven cook me a bunch of bacon.

My pan/rack deal would only hold about half the bacon, not a big deal I’ll just do two batches.  Oven preheated, bacon neatly arranged on rack, timer set for 18 minutes, time to relax and wait.

A little FYI, I have two smoke detectors in the house, one about three steps from the previously mentioned oven, the other way back at the other end of the house.  You wonder why I mention this, hang on.

At about the ten minute mark I decided to peek at the bacon, the smoke detector went crazy.  I pushed every button on the thing, it was still screaming, I ripped it off the ceiling, still screaming.  I opened the battery compartment, no battery, probably removed as the result of a previous cooking adventure gone badly.  It was the detector way back at the other end of the house.  I made a mental note to get smoke detector batteries next time I’m in town or maybe not.

The first batch cooked to perfection (perfection might be a little strong) in about 22 minutes.  I immediately reloaded and started batch number two.  The ten minute check this time produced a tremendous amount of smoke, I opened all the doors, there was enough smoke I am surprised the neighbors didn’t call the fire department, in fact I considered calling. I got the oven closed and the smoke cleared and let the stuff continue cooking, like the first batch it came out just right.

 

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I have a few thoughts on what went wrong but I won’t bore you with them other than to say I have never seen that much grease in one oven.  A little in the bottom could be expected but this thing had grease on the sides, the top was even covered.  I just thank god for that self-clean cycle and I believe one or two more cycles the thing will actually be clean again.

The end result, a nice package of precooked bacon in the freezer, about a half cup or maybe more of bacon grease in a little glass container ready to enhance my next meal and the kitchen almost back in order.

My little glass container is the bottom of a wine bottle; I think I cut wine bottles better than I cook bacon.

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I think next time I want to cook some bacon I’ll use the old cast iron skillet.

I know I haven’t been here in a few months.  Life has been good; I just haven’t done anything I felt worthy of passing to your side of the keyboard, and mid-January to mid-March remains a quiet and personal time for me.

Since I am here I will mention, I had cataract surgery about a month ago and for the first time in my life I have 20/20 vision without glasses or contacts.

I’m not sure when I’ll be back, maybe sooner rather than later.

Good night and God bless.

Dave

Resurrection (of my gardens)-Lenten Writing #11

My tropical plants after the 50 hour freeze from January

Earlier this year when Lauren was basking in the sun of Florida, we received for the first time since I’ve lived in Houston, a long term freeze.  

Houston sitting on the Gulf Coast, is in a sub-tropical climate. Rarely, like maybe a couple of hours a year, our temperatures might drip below freezing. Even if this happens a couple of times, we have never in the 17 years I have been here, had to get through several hours much less days of temps below 32.

 The weekend of the frozen hell started with the temperatures dipping down very quickly and without enough preparation on my part. I did the things I thought I would need to do for the horses and the animals but it was our first time at the new house to have temperatures this low.

We had every reason to believe that this house was better insulated, our pipes were safely covered and deep in the ground. We did not have that at our home in Wharton and literally had to turn the water off at the well to keep all of our pipes from freezing every time it got cold. 

So to begin with, as the temperature started to fall and fall on its path all the way to 23°, absolutely unheard of here, we did OK. But then before I knew it there was no water.

At our old house if we needed to prepare for the possibility of frozen water lines we would fill the bathtubs. We would fill buckets.  We would make sure all the troughs were filled with clean water.  We would make sure we to filled extra buckets in the barn but we just did not anticipate this and I was here alone with Lauren away. Ally essentially moved in. 

Oh, and a glimpse into my personal life. This whole no water thing meant no flush toilets, no ability to take a bath or shower, no washing dishes, no even just washing your hands. 

Then, things got worse before they got better. As the temperatures came up a little bit above freezing for part of the day on Sunday the water spicket on the north outside wall began thawing. The water line actually exploded-broke off-when it did this water started shooting like a firehose off the side of the house. We went from not enough water to way too much water. 

Fortunately, Luke was there to save the day. We got that water turned off and started to work on unfreezing the lines that went to the barn. Bit by bit we got the farm back working and the horses having some water to drink.

Again in the category of I just didn’t think, were all my much loved and specifically chosen tropical plants that make up my garden here. I’ve always been a big Gardner and have enjoyed it very much. My best place was in Florida where I had all these tropical plants including at least 20 varieties of orchids. Texas has proven to be more difficult to get the kind of plants and flowerbeds that I want. It certainly isn’t Florida. 

I should’ve covered the plants but again with so much on my shoulders on that weekend, the plants just did not get the care they needed. Many of the specimens I had here I had brought from Florida when I came. Had thousands of dollars of unique plants that were just killed in the freeze. 

Anyway reeling from the loss and not feeling physically or mentally ready to take on refurbishing the gardens all over again, I have waited. With all the rain we’ve been having it’s a perfect time to pull the weeds, take out the frozen tundra (the dead remains of my plants) and start over.

I am not replacing much of what I had grown before. I am trying new things and hoping that if we do have a freeze these new choices will get me through better than the old ones.

Previously, Allamanda vines twirled all the way to the lush thick top and assorted flowers were in the garden below.

Still needs additional specimens and lots of mulch but a big project under attack today


Resurrection happening here!

Thanks for riding along. 

The Life of Lauren-Lenten Writing #10

I believe God gives us what we need, not necessarily what we want or what we pray for each day.  It has taken a long time to understand that.  Twenty-four years ago in Melbourne, Florida, I gave birth to Lauren Kelly Davis.  She was in many ways a wonder baby.

I had serious difficulties carrying pregnancies. Amber, my first successful pregnancy, was born in 1982.  By 1992, I had two children but had seven pregnancies.  I had surgeries and treatments but another baby was out of the question it seemed.  I took a new, high pressure job at a hospital in Florida and moved across the country.  A few months into the new job, I just wasn’t feeling well and found out-surprise-that I was four months pregnant.  With some serious medical intervention I delivered a three week premature baby that was alive and kicking and has never stopped since!

Florida baby Lauren loved the water, the pool, the ocean.

This photo was taken at a topless beach in St Bart’s –like a native


From that moment on, Lauren was on the go.  She loved animals and the water.  Lauren was dragged to her sister Amber’s softball games and her sister Ally’s riding lessons.  Lauren had no (zero) interest in baseball but tons of excitement around the horses.

Lauren’s focus face

Lauren like all of her sisters just had an innate ability to work with animals. Here she is with her Irish Wolfhound, her bearded collie and our shih tzu.


My Florida baby looked the part with her blonde hair

Christmas photos 1996 with sisters


 Lauren got on her first horse at age five and rarely looked away.  Lauren also pushed the envelope in terms of what type of riding she would do.               

First Christmas

The rest of us were content to ride English some but never had been big jumpers.  Lauren only wanted to ride English and has worked her way up through the rings in terms of height.

Lauren pushing to higher heights with Mick.

Abirthday card Lauren made for my 50th. Note the words across the top. It is a note from lauren saying happy birthday from all my horses at the time.

My three daughters on my 50th birthday

Happy birthday to my last child Lauren.  I was blessed to have you join me in this world.

Winning USEF Zone7 Finals with Feather.

Glimpse in the Dark-Lenten Story #9

Jordyn with her horse Diva and dog Kia

Pepos Diamanté Diva


This morning when leaving the house while it was still very dark out,  I was coming around the driveway and saw the horses standing by the fence. There was something that just caught me as odd. Something that made me stop and think something is wrong.

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Since I have been having back issues, my daughters all got together to determine that I would not be feeding or bringing the horses in. So I had not been out to see the horses this morning at all. But something just caught my eye as I passed the horses in the dark. I stopped and backed up and directed my headlights on the fence. 

Standing there immobile was my granddaughter Jordyn’s quarter horse, Diva. Both of her back legs were caught in the mesh fence. I reached for my phone to call Lauren and ask for her help but because it was that kind of morning my phone did not work. You forget how useless you feel without a phone. We have come to depend on them so much. I left the car still running with the headlights on the mare and headed to the house.

I screamed from the bottom of the stairs for Lauren to come help. She came down but was not moving quickly enough for me. She said she would go get the wire cutters and meet me back at the pasture fence. As I got back to the fence I realized that it was worse than I had thought.

Knowing my mare Diva like I do, I am sure she was kicking at one of her friends in the pasture with both of her back feet. But instead of hitting her intended victim she kicked backwards into the mesh fence encapsulating both feet and legs in the fence. 

Agonizingly, wire square by wire square,  we started to cut her legs out of the fence. At one point it appeared that the wire was going straight through her leg. In the meantime, the rest of the herd had stayed with her. We wanted to get them out of the pasture in case the fence fell. Diva had been resting her 900 or so pounds on the fence all night. We did not want to deal with a bunch of horses running around. 
Lauren started guiding the horses to the next pasture as I held on tight to Diva’s fly mask. She tried repeatedly to bite me. Baby Sims in his usual considerate way came over to the fence to see what was going on. I told him it wasn’t time for him to be checking up on us -to get out of the pasture and he might get fed. 
Finally we managed to get her legs loose from the fence. Thankfully during the night, as we did not know how long she had been stuck there, she had not fought to get loose. She had been wise enough to accept that she was stuck. 

As Lauren was able to walk the mare away I got in my car and headed on to work hoping and praying that the little horse would be all right.

Divas back leg after a night in the fence


Diva is doing much better tonight!

Thanks for riding along!

Remembering my mother – Lenten Writing #8

My mother with my daughters Lauren, Amber, and Ally with me behind them


At this time of Lent, in many ways more than others, I remember and think about my mother. As kids we were raised in the Episcopal church. For those of you not familiar with this- it is a great deal like Catholicism. Maybe without the guilt, as they sometimes joke. 

My mother, especially in her later years, was a devout churchgoer.And the  Lenten season was always one of her favorites. Maybe because spring after a long Colorado or Chicago winter always was more impactful.  Watching the daffodils come up through the snow was always a welcome sight.
As the years advanced, she tried very hard to get to church as often as she could. Be at a Friday service for stations of the cross or for one more morning Eucharist on Tuesdays.

I took her to church a few times with me after she came to Texas for her last years. But I think like most things at that point it was way too overwhelming and frightening for her to realize even where she was.

Today, an old high school friend, talked about trying to get her mother into an assisted living-type place that had an affiliation with the Catholic Church. There her mother could have her daily Eucharist and enjoy a spiritual life.

The Catholic priest did come to my mother’s place, but she was not Catholic. Why I never thought to get the Episcopal priest or one of the lay ministers to come and give her the Eucharist is beyond me. How she would’ve enjoyed that!
This Lenten introspective has me thinking about that the things that I have put into the far reaches of my mind. I know we all do the best we can but I am driven to try to do better. 
So today I am just going to pay tribute to my mom and let her know I miss her so much. 

My momma with my granddaughter Kendyll


Thanks for riding along.

Death, Sorrow, New Life-Lenten Writing #7

Today’s blog is very special, joyful and just plain wonderful. We will hear Megan’s story. Megan had a wonderful, huge  (think like my guy Bruno only BIGGER- 18 hands and 1700 pounds) Shire sporthorse horse named Maximus that she loved and cherished.  Almost a year ago after fighting like a champ for a long time, Megan took him off to Texas A&M Vet Hospital.

On the day she left with Maximus for a hospital stay from which Maximus would never return, two miniature donkeys named Chloe and Lebert showed up at Megan’s place.  Lebert had been Megan’s Christmas present from her husband but donkey Chloe had attached herself to Megan when they went to look at Lebert.  Next thing the couple knew, both donkeys were to go home to them but not until Lebert had been weaned. Thus, their February arrival at Hutchison homestead.

While the two adorable miniature donkey faces did help cushion the horrible blow of losing Maximus, it was still a time of sorrow for Megan.  But Megan believes that God gave the donkeys to her at just that time to bring joy and comfort back in her life.  Little Chloe had been bred the week before she came to live with the Hutchison’s but it was unclear if the pregnancy actual took, until it was super clear it had!

Miniature donkeys can carry a baby over a year, so it was unknown when the baby would arrive. In exasperating form, Chloe took her time.  Then she delivered the most perfect baby to this earth almost a year to the day Maximus had left it.  Death, sorrow, new life and the best photos ever!  Thanks to Megan and the whole Hutchison family for sharing this amazing story with us!

Note-many of the comments on the photos are from Megan herself.

vdayDo you know how very exciting it is to have a baby donkey born on Valentine’s Day??!! Yeah…neither do I.

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It’s donkey psychological warfare. She keeps pretending like she’s going to have a baby and then when I get excited she laughs and walks away…

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Finally-it’s a girl-born on my birthday-February 28th (this is my note)

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Getting born is exhausting work!

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Chloe says it is so much more comfortable with Penelope on the outside!

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Hello World!

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Son Will caring for the baby (or vice-versa!)

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The face of an angel

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Mama Megan with her much waited on beautiful baby

 

What can I add?  Absolutely nothing.

Thanks Megan and family again for letting me use these pictures and tell this story.  Got to love the wait and the reward!

Thanks for riding along!

Sky Blue and Black- Lenten Writing #6

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Arianna and Roy riding into the Sky Blue and Black

 

Jackson Browne wrote a song called Sky Blue and Black from which I unabashedly stole the idea for my blog today. I have always loved the song and the thought of a sky blue and black. I have kept this picture of Arianna for a long time knowing one day I would write about it because the visual in this picture above is so striking.
The weather has continued to send waves of spring rain to us.  The sky has been maniacally flowing from a dab of sun, to crushing rain which then beats a soggy retreat until zooming in to do it all over again.  In the picture above, my friend Arianna, is riding with sun on her back into a viciously dark blue and black sky.

It is easy for me to see the sky as my metaphor for life.  As we reflect (especially in this Lenten season) on what is important and dear to us, it is equally important to understand that storms blow in and out of our life as the sun may continue to shine.  Dare I suggest the sun is the Son?

Pretty deep thinking for a Monday.  I am enjoying a Lenten devotional that is guiding my way this season.  If Jesus and God are not your thing, that’s okay as well, the sun can just be sun.

Sky Blue and Black above the farm.

My life has always been a series of mixed blessings. I was born with congenital hip dysplasia that left me, the happy infant I was, locked down in a body cast that extended from my toes to my chest on my left leg and my knee to my chest on my right (there was a handy hole to stuff a diaper in) for the first 18 months of my life. As a teen and an adult I have had abundant treasure and bone-shaking misery. But haven’t we all?

Right now I am adjusting to my new self-imposed departure of my friends that were my boarders here at Six Meadow Farm.  Certainly, with all the rain it is wonderful to have empty stalls that do not need to be cleaned. My morning routine has been dramatically cut short with fewer horses to feed.  And yet (here it is…) I miss the sound of the driveway gate opening and eagerly looking to see who had arrived.

As I sit on the patio surrounded by empty chairs, I crave the quiet while lamenting the absence of my friends.

Life is not singularly sunny nor horrifyingly black.
A verse from Sky Blue and Black by Jackson Browne

And the heavens were rolling
Like a wheel on a track
And our sky was unfolding
And it’ll never fold back
Sky blue and black

Houston dawn-Sky Blue and Black

Thanks for riding along.

The Time of My Life -Lent Writing #5

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After nine days of vacation, my hours are numbered until I return to work.  The weather has continued to be rainy and non-hospitable, and I have been hunkered down in the house except for occasional forays out to the barn to clean stalls (okay, actually Lauren has been cleaning the stalls).

On my vacation I traveled to a foreign country, laid in the tropical sun, spent many wonderful hours with my closest friends (who are also my daughters) and learned a few things as well.  I am happy to be headed back to my usual world.

I am grateful to see 60.  My sister never had even an opportunity to see 28.  All the experiences I have had, both positive and negative, have lead me to where I am today.  I am still learning, growing and trying to improve.  Thank God I have that opportunity!

May all of you have the time for the life you want.  Do not waste it.

Thanks for riding along.