Betty Sue’s Birthday

Betty found the love of her life in high school, Sean.  When you tell your kids high school romances never work out-this was an exception.

Betty found the love of her life, Sean,  in high school.  When you tell your kids high school romances never work out-this was an exception.

My sister would have been 58 years old today

If she had lived had lived past 27

No doubt she would have had children and maybe grandchildren to celebrate with today

If she had lived

It has been so long ago that we lost her to a fiery car wreck

But not too long for me to remember she was always the best big sister, even when I didn’t like her much

We were 21 months apart, we were oceans apart in our temperament and desires

But we grew up together, blessed to see Hawaii sunsets, Colorado dawns and falls in Illinois

She was smarter than I and I was pretty smart

She was more reliable and determined and I can be both

She was better than me in so many ways

I was the athlete and she was more the scholar

My daughter Amber was born weeks before Betty died

She held my daughter for the first time and the last time in January of ’82

I think she broke my mother’s heart when she died

I know my father was never the same

So today I tell her once again that I love her

As I have whispered so many times and in so many dark nights

My life, my children, my grandchildren would have all been better if she had been here to be a part of their lives.

I miss you, Betty Sue

I still do.

Leading the grand entry parade, Betty (on the right) and I on our big, matching flea bitten greys.  It was a wonderful life. Granby, Colorado

Leading the grand entry parade, Betty (on the right) and I on our big, matching flea-bitten greys. It was a wonderful life. Granby, Colorado

Betty, my momma and I, Thanksgiving, 1975  Tecumseh, Oklahoma

Betty, my momma and I, Thanksgiving, 1975             Tecumseh, Oklahoma

Weekend Roundup

Lauren and Feather had a horse show on Saturday.  Typically, jumpers go first so it was decided to move Feather back to the jumper ring and move her up in height so she would be tackling the 2’9-3 foot jumps for the first time.  Ally was coming down to stay with the kids so Rick and Dodie could have a break and also so they would be here for mom’s 89th birthday party.

Not clear as to why, but the schedule got reversed at the horse show and suddenly we were waiting most of Saturday to ride.  As it got later and later, we made the decision to stay in the lower division of jumpers as it would go first and we could get home to Ally.

Feather working her way through the course.

Feather working her way through the course.

It turned out to be a good decision, Feather was jumping very well.  She would have been fine at the higher height but I think Lauren was more confident going in at her usual height.  All their rounds were clean, under the allowed time and she placed better each round.  There were 12 or so horses and she picked up a sixth, fifth and fourth without any push on the speed.  Dev told them their last round was the best they have ever ridden.  It was nice.  While waiting for our rounds, we met up with the owner of Feather’s same age, half-sister.  It was great to see the two mares together, both from the stallion, Flagmount’s Freedom.  The sister, Flagmount’s Mischief owned by Robbie Peterson, had been started earlier than Feather  and has come further than Feather.  They ended up tying for Grand Champion of their Open Jumper division and I know Robbie was there working on precision not speed.

Lauren on Flagmount's Irish Freedom and Robbie with Flagmount's Mischief

Lauren on Flagmount’s Irish Freedom and Robbie with Flagmount’s Mischief

It was a busy evening, getting Ally and the girls settled, the horses done and chores finished.  I stayed with baby Kendyll as they all went to town for ice cream.

This morning, we got going early cooking and fixing things up for mom’s 139th birthday (really her 89th).  I appreciate all of you that sent cards and suspect she may have a few more before her actual birthday on Tuesday.  She was so happy to hear from everyone and was humbled that so many cared to send cards!

Momma's many cards, flowers and gifts!

Momma’s many cards, flowers and gifts!

I think she had a great celebration and the only downside is that she asked for Jim over and over.  We told her he just wasn’t feeling up to making the party today but loved her and had sent a card.

mommShe loved her new clothes and couldn’t wait to try them on.

Ally went with Lauren to take her home.  We had quite a rain and I wanted to get the horses back out.  I carried Kendyll to the barn in my good arm with Jordyn along to help out.  I quickly gave up holding Ken and getting the horses.  I sat Kendyll down in the sand and quickly got the horses turned out.  In that short moment of time, Kendyll and Jordyn got covered in sand.  In their hair, mouth, and all over.  So, what is a grandma to do?

tThe girls in the farmhouse sink.

The girls in the farmhouse sink.

What else, stick them in the sink!

And there was no more plaster!

Just a note to say, Lauren made it home safely from her time at the bay without any apparent injury (despite my premonitions).

Ally with her broken right arm and hurt left wrist saw the orthopedic surgeon today.  We were lucky to be squeezed in his busy schedule.  This is the doctor that got me through my broken pelvis, Lauren through her many knee injuries and ‘cured’ my elderly mother’s inability to walk instantly with his care.

I didn’t know what to tell Ally.  I thought with the location of the break (just below the elbow) that she would be spending our beach vacation in a full arm cast.  If anything, this doctor is VERY conservative.  He acknowledged the pain of the break and showed concern over the deep bone bruising on her left wrist.  But he feels the best treatment is to keep the arm in a sling with no CAST-no PLASTER!  I know Ally is probably hurting more tonight, and taking away her plaster splint and letting the arm be unprotected is probably very frightening for her.  But it will keep her elbow joint more fluid and allow healing to start.  He will keep a very close eye on her to be sure the bone is healing correctly.

So, no plaster on the beach.  Ally is absolutely forbidden to pick up anything (especially her baby) with her broken arm.  I know her husband will continue his superb care of her and the girls while she is unable.  It will be a hard several weeks but know she is healing already.  We pray for continued healing and pain relief.  Thank you to all who have sent her well-wishes and offers of help in sending meals, taking the kids and keeping up the house work.  You are wonderful!

No more plaster!

Lauren went off to the bay with Blake. I have enjoyed about 24 hours of quiet time but I am ready for her to be back now. I did the horse chores this morning, watered all my plants and played with the dogs. It was a beautiful day and I would have loved to have ridden but I am still not cleared to ride so didn’t want to take a chance. In the last eight weeks, I have had shoulder surgery, my daughter, Amber, in Denver, has broken her foot and Ally has broken her arm. I am a little afraid that Lauren may snap in two at any moment.

Although I have certainly had my share of broken bones, my girls have escaped softball, soccer, track and all these horse years with only an occasional broken finger or toe. So, what is up now? Lauren texted me to say she was going jet skiing and I can’t shake the feeling that she will be the next call from the ER to tell me about her new broken bone! How about no more, God, please??

I spent a long quiet afternoon with my mom. I kept telling her our plans for her 89th birthday next week (it is really June 4th but we will celebrate next Sunday). She thinks it is her 139th birthday for some reason and I can’t reason with her. I have told her cards are arriving already. She really doesn’t remember much of anyone outside Lauren, Jordyn, Jim and myself but I would love to have a bunch of bright cards for her.

Send her a pink birthday card if you get a chance-Midge Foust 615 FM 640 rd., Wharton, TX 77488. That would be so great!

My lawn and pastures are mowed. Bruno had a bath for his trip to A&M in the morning. I am praying for an all clear on him. Ally sees the orthopedic surgeon in the morning as well. I pray Lauren just makes it home without anything in plaster.

Thank you for riding along and keep me in your prayers!

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Something to whine about

Jo, Kendyll and I all driving the truck as Lauren, Gaylyn and Ally stack hay.

Jo, Kendyll and I all driving the truck as Lauren, Gaylyn and Ally stack hay.

So in my last post, I whined and complained and felt sorry for myself.  As my daddy would have said, “quit whining or I will give you something to whine about!”  Things were not that bad, certainly not for me or my family, but I was about to see that they could get a whole lot worse.

On Friday, we had Roland scheduled to do the horse’s hooves.  I just wanted a quiet weekend to catch up on some sleep and finish some chores.  Lauren had a lesson with Feather and Dev.  She hoped to get back home before the worst of the Friday, Memorial Day weekend, traffic started.  When I pulled in, I saw the hay was already being baled and thought, oh, no!  We had planned on picking up the baled hay Saturday night not Friday.  I called my friend Gaylyn and told her of the change of plans.  She had not so choice words to say.  It was her husband’s birthday and not a great night to pick up hay.

Then I called Ally.  She had offered to help with the hay.  And I needed the help. With my arm still out of commission, I felt entitled to my daughter’s help.  Wish I had just done it myself.

Everything happened at once.  Roland got here and started on Feather.  Ally, Jo and baby Kendyll showed up at the same time.  Then Gaylyn told me she was en route with her trailer.  I was not at all sure how we were going to accomplish driving, stacking, and lifting the hay from the field while taking care of Kendyll and holding horses for Roland.  As Gaylyn pulled in and announced she was getting 50 bales (we were only getting 20 this time), Roland finished with Feather.  He would start on Mickey (who he could do without help) while we went to the field to start on the hay.

In the end, I sat in the driver’s seat with Kendyll on my lap, inadequately trying to hold her and drive with my one arm as the other was strapped down in the sling.  Pretty much we idled along and Jordyn “drove” as Ally stood in the trailer stacking the hay that Lauren and Gaylyn were tossing up from the field.  To compound our level of frustration was another pick-up truck and trailer in the field with auto lifter, where one person placed the hay on the conveyor belt which lifted it up into the trailer bed.  Wow, way better than the manual female labor  we had going on.  I looked in the rearview mirror at one point and saw Ally standing four bales high on the flat-bed trailer.  I said to Jordyn, your momma is going to fall off of there.  But I didn’t warn anyone.  Not once.

We got (okay, they got) all 70 bales loaded (while the men with conveyor belt probably loaded 200 bales-but whatever).  We had made it back up to the barn.  Gaylyn backed the trailer to the gate.  We were going to offload our 20 bales, so we could get Roland finished and Gaylyn off to her home.  I passed Kendyll to Gaylyn to hold as I was trying to get my one-armed self out of the truck.  Kendyll didn’t want to come back to me.  She was perfectly happy with Gaylyn.

Then, Lauren yelled, “Ally fell, Ally fell!!” In the next few seconds, everything went by in super speed.  Gaylyn and I were somehow next to fallen Ally.  Baby Kendyll was somehow in Roland’s arms.  Ally had fallen at least eight feet from the top of the stacked hay off the hay trailer to the hard ground.  Immediately she told us-“My wrist is broken!”

I went and got our truck.  Ally and I were off to the hospital.  It was apparent by the time we arrived that both of Ally’s arms were hurt.  The first thing the ER doc ordered was morphine.  Not a good sign.

The x-rays were difficult for Ally to bear.  But the doctor came back with the news that nothing was broken.  We breathed a big sigh of relief and were almost giddy.  They splinted her one wrist and placed her other arm in a sling.  I still had on my sling.  We looked like refugees of a bad place or a bad night.

Slings and Splints.

Slings and Splints.

It was a bad night for me and a horrible night for Ally.  I decided to just sleep in the room alongside my daughter (for probably the first time in at least 12 years).  I was afraid she would need something and not be able to reach it without use of either arm.  Throughout the long night, a hundred times Ally wondered aloud about why her arm hurt so much.  I am always skeptical of ER x-ray reads, but figured they could read a fracture in such large bones.  I do not think either of us slept more than 30 minutes at time. We did get a chance to have some great talks as the night slowly moved along.  I am grateful for that.

This morning the ER called back to report the arm in the sling was fractured, just an inch or so below the elbow.  Lauren took her sister back to the hospital as I stayed with both young girls.

We are scheduled to take a trip of a lifetime to Hawaii in less than two weeks.  All my girls, all the family, the grandkids, Blake and his mother are all coming along for this long-saved for, long anticipated trip.  Ally will be in a cast.  Maybe in two casts.  It will not be what we hoped.  Neither Ally or I will be swimming in the gentle Maui seas.

Luke is headed home from his heroic Oklahoma recovery trip to a wife with a broken arm and no use of her sprained arm.  He will be exhausted.  A 11 month old baby slows down for no one.

Ally is still in a crazy amount of pain.  I will be calling the hospital back soon if she does not start to get some relief.  We are all blurry eyed and exhausted.  And sad and disappointed.  Guess as my dad said, we have something to whine about now!

Please keep Ally and her family in your prayers!

p.s.  Big shout of thanks to Gaylyn and Roland.  They both jumped in feet first to take care of my grandkids and my daughter.  Roland, with no good reason than his innate good manners, helped stack all the hay.  The pony Pixie was still left to do and Lauren held Kendyll, the pony’s leadrope and some alfalfa as Roland completed her feet.  We are blessed for our great friends and family.

Tomorrow will be another day

DSC01097I can’t tell what is doing it exactly

If it is the immense sorrow I feel when seeing the pictures of Moore

Or if my six weeks of sleepness nights following my surgery have just caught up with me but I am overwhelmed with sadness

It may be that a great horse died today, Prince, Feather’s half-brother

Too early, too soon and in great pain

I don’t know what is exactly the cause of my sadness

But I do think in this busy world we live in, between work, family, home and animals

Things you can handle normally just sometimes need a little tiny wisp of a wind

And that wind blows away the fragile balance you have maintained for so long.

Tomorrow will be a new day.  I will restore myself with some sleep and prayer.

I will rebuild the balance and restore my faith

Tomorrow will be another day

This and That

Not your everyday site!  Cart horses from the Morris Ranch and Carriage House schooling today on the back roads of Wharton.

Not your everyday sight! Cart horses from the Morris Ranch and Carriage House schooling today on the back roads of Wharton.

I was off today for my follow-up appointments with my orthopedic surgeon and physical therapy.  I was eager to see the doctor hoping that he would finally release me from the giant black sling.  But no, I guess he knows me too well and dictated another three weeks in the sling.  I begged him that I was leaving for vacation and he cut it down to two and half weeks.  GEEZ!!  I was not looking forward to PT-and it was not memorable (at least not in a good way).

After that I thought it would be a quiet day but no, there were lots of things to do.  It rained early canceling Lauren’s trip to Dev’s.  We were off to get alfalfa hay which had been freshly cut.  When we arrived at my favorite green isles, we saw a cart with three beautiful horses hitched up.  The hay man’s neighbors are the famous (at least around here) Morris Ranch and Carriage House.  Top trainers from England, Paul and Suzanne were giving the horse’s a little morning workout down the quiet back roads.  What a treat to see them in action!

Our vet, Lynn Criner, showed up with student, Kirby, in tow to work on the new pony’s teeth.  They extracted two wolf teeth after some sedation and then proceeded to give the pony a teeth filing and cleaning.  Lynn still does equine dental work, the old-fashioned way without power tools, but the results are always awesome.

Say ahhh!  Dr. Criner extracting two teeth from Pixie's little mouth.

Say ahhh! Dr. Criner extracting two teeth from Pixie’s little mouth.

After we finished up with Pix, Dr. Criner checked out Feather.  As a vet and a chiropractic specialist, we wanted her to check out Feather’s overall structure.  Although needing some adjustment in the neck and shoulder (which makes sense with her job as a jumper-landing feet first off of big jumps), Feather was remarkably changed and relaxed after her adjustments.  Lynn commented on how well Feather’s back was muscled up now-with a nod to Lauren’s conditioning work.  And she did not have a sore spot all the way down her back!

No hands, ma!  Feather was so relaxed she stood quietly as Dr. Criner worked her over.

No hands, ma! Feather was so relaxed she stood quietly as Dr. Criner worked her over.

Jordyn, Kendyll and Ally came for their Wednesday ride but with the recent vet work, we decided no riding tonight.  Ally had a lot of pictures to show me that her husband Luke had sent from Moore, Oklahoma and site of the horrific tornadoes.  He is with the Houston based CenterPoint Energy helping restore power and lines to the many in need.  I think the experience will change him forever.  Ally is hoping he will make it home for Jordyn’s upcoming kindergarten graduation, but if he doesn’t he is doing the right thing for the right reason.

We continue to pray for all those affected by the tornadoes and the safety of all the volunteers and workers.

Tornadoes

Houston's CenterPoint Energy Company has sent a crew of 60 to Moore, OK today.  Included is my lineman son-in-law, Luke Taylor.

Houston’s CenterPoint Energy Company has sent a crew of 60 to Moore, OK today. Included is my lineman son-in-law, Luke Taylor.

I, like the rest of country, especially Oklahoma, is reeling from the storms, the massive tornadoes that hit the area recently.  I am overwhelmed with grief for the lost and shattered lives.

My mother is from Oklahoma.  She grew up there with her large farm family.  My mother is terrified of tornadoes.  No doubt, from horrific storms that drove through the state as she grew up.  These were the dust bowl depression days, they did not have much to lose.  Certainly there was not doppler radar or television meteorologists warning you to take cover.  She once described the weather forecasting at the farm to be based upon the color of the sky.  Black meant bad thunderstorms but green was a twister and it meant  everyone into the cellar until the storm was over.

We have so much information now and yet it did not save enough lives in Oklahoma.  Who could imagine telling someone they lost their child to a tornado, especially at their own school.  When I first saw the coverage last night, glancing at the screen with just the rumble that was left of the school, I thought someone had bombed a school in Oklahoma.  Indeed, they might as well have done so.  The students and teachers took cover but not deep enough or wind resistant enough to survive such a long-lasting horrific tornado.

I heard this morning of a man in Tulsa who has a Kevlar (like what they make tanks out of) storm shelter in his garage.  I suspect that can withstand some serious wind and pounding of flying debris.  Wow.

I remember as a child, growing up in Illinois, moving further north up the dreaded tornado alley, did little to avail my mother’s tremendous fear of tornadoes.  We had a big basement-no storm cellar- and we were taught to seek the northwest corner of the basement in case of a storm.  My father was out-of-town a great deal.  Whenever a storm threatened, with or without, a true tornado warning, my sister, my mother and I huddled in the basement with water in glass milk bottles (wow, that was pretty safe!), blankets, and a transistor  radio.  We stayed for hours at a time.  I think many of my formative years were spent waiting out storms in the basement with my family.  But we always took the warnings (or even the just the sky) seriously.

A couple of Friday’s ago, a tornado warning was issued during the storm that Lauren and I rode out in our little home in Wharton.  I was listening to the radio and heard the urgent call to take shelter.  We were lucky that the warning for a funnel cloud that extended through Fort Bend and part of Brazoria counties, never touched down.  But how many of us in those areas (we were just outside the warning area) actually took shelter?  I do not think we react as quickly or adequately as we should here in Houston.  I am glad my mother had no idea there was a tornado warning so close as I sure that even in her murky brain, alarms would have sounded and fear would have struck her heart.

And now as a reminder, this information could save your life:

Tornado Watch versus Tornado Warning

What is the difference between a Tornado Watch and a Tornado Warning? A tornado watch is just to let folks know to be on the lookout for a possible tornado in the area whereas a Tornado Warning is a notification that a tornado has been seen or picked up by radar.
Tornado Watch A Tornado Watch is issued to alert people to the possibility of a tornado developing in your area. At this point, a tornado has not been seen but the conditions are very favorable for tornadoes to occur at any moment.

Things to do when a Tornado Watch is issued:

  • Keep alert and watch for changing weather conditions
  • Listen to your local news reports & weather updates
  • Review your family or business emergency preparedness plan
  • Review your disaster kit
  • Be ready to seek shelter at a moments notice

What to Watch for during a Tornado Watch:

  • Dark greenish or orange-gray skies
  • Large hail
  • Large, dark, low-lying, rotating or funnel-shaped clouds
  • A loud roar that is similar to a freight train

Tornado Warning A Tornado Warning is issued when a tornado has actually been sighted or has been picked up on radar in your area. This means that you need to take shelter immediately in a safe sturdy structure. If you hear a tornado warning for your area-take shelter.  Discuss with your family what the safest spot is and be prepared to get there in seconds.  It may save your life.

Things to do when a Tornado Warning is issued:

  • Take shelter immediately
  • Listen to your local radio for updates
  • Follow the National Weather Service Safety Guidelines (below)

What not to do during a tornado:

  • Do not stay in a Mobile home as they offer very little protection from tornadoes.
  • Do not open the windows in your home or business
  • Do not try to outrun a tornado in a car
  • Do not get under a highway overpass or bridge as you will be exposing yourself to flying debris and stronger winds.

My heartfelt prayers are going out to the families and friends devastated by these last big Oklahoma storms. I am fortunate that my family in Oklahoma is safe, though not untouched by the devastation.  I am proud to say that my son-in-law, Luke, a lineman for Center Point Energy is in Oklahoma now, helping to restore power to those affected by the storm.  They will work long shifts but be a mighty partner to the local Oklahoma teams that need all the assistance we can give.  Thank you, Luke-please stay safe as you work to help others!

My God watch over all that need his guidance and care during these difficult days!  Keep the survivors strong and safe and help them to rebuild their lives. Amen.

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Getting back in the groove

Bruno and Mick meeting over the fence.

Bruno and Mick meeting over the fence.

This will be the first full week that I have been at work since March.  Wow.  It has been hard getting back to my schedule of feeding animals at 4:00, getting off to work by 5:00 am and not home again until 5:00 pm.  I am still in my sling from my shoulder surgery and not sleeping as well as I should.

I am completely tired as I end another day.  But feel that I am getting back into the groove of things.  I am awaking on time, getting through the commute and making it through the day at work without too much trouble until about 1:30 or so, when pain and fatigue start catching up with me. After work, I do my physical therapy so that is a painful way to end my day.  But I can tell that my shoulder is improving, my range of motion is greater and the serious pain is behind me.

I am happy to be getting back in a regular routine with my mom as well.  I have missed seeing all my nursing home friends.  When I don’t take her to dinner I don’t get to visit with the residents and catch up on all that is happening there.

Last night I got there to find my mom standing at the doorway to her room.  She had lipstick applied brightly and her hair combed.  She didn’t even hug me (which no matter how many times I remind her and she sees the big black sling on my body she wants to hug me by forcefully patting my sore shoulder). She eagerly told me she had been chosen to be “in the show” and that they would be coming to get her any minute so she could not sit down and visit with me.  The home has various activities and I thought this was some new deal they had going on and I was excited that she was so interested in participating.

I tried to get more details.  She told me that they had been practicing all day and it was almost show time! I went back to the front desk to get all the information on this extravaganza.  Well, Wanda at the desk, knew nothing about the show.  Apparently, it was yet another of my mother’s flight of fancy.  Wanda went back to the room with me to explain there would be no show today.  Mom quizzed on her on why they hadn’t called her to inform her the show was postponed.  Well, they just wanted to make one call to let everyone know so they called me, Wanda told her.

I just want to point out (in case anyone has tried to call her) that we disconnected and removed her phone some time ago. The telemarketers confused and frightened her.  This does not stop her from telling me she has just had this person or that person call and talk to her.  She talks to Jim most every day.  (But not really!)

I got momma back in her room, sitting down.  She told me she was relieved that she was not going to have to perform.  She just wasn’t sure if she would be able to do all the dance steps.  I told her I had talked to Jim’s family in Denver and they were planning a Taco dinner for his birthday this weekend.  She immediately told me, “I don’t eat Tacos-they know that!”  I told her I would let them know.  I am unclear if she thinks she is in Colorado or Texas.  I guess it is good that she just thinks she is still closely connected to everyone.  We picked out a birthday card from her to Jim and got it in the mail.  He will be 96!

At lunch today, I took Lauren’s saddle with the broken tree to Charlotte’s Saddlery.  Last week, when it broke and we were hours from the horse show beginning, Suzanne had helped us find a new saddle that fit Feather and Lauren well.  She saved us when we needed help and now was going to help us get the old saddle back to its maker.  Hopefully, Marcel Toulouse will stand behind his guarantee and a new saddle will be sent back to us.  I am very pleased with the help and service we received at Charlotte’s!

The new pony, Pixie, got kicked in the neck by Feather (we are assuming this as Mickey is pleased as punch with his new addition of female companionship).  She is okay and is quickly learning the feeding/turn-out schedule in this new place.  She has been first to the gate the last two mornings for breakfast.  I think she will be a good fit for us.

Bruno has now graduated from the little paddock and arena to the first pasture.  It is bigger with more room to run and more grass to eat.  We are hoping that soon (after our visit to TAMU on the 28th) Bruno will be fully released to return to work under saddle and have full daily turn-out.  It will take a week or so to get the horses all going out at the same time but in separate pastures.  I suspect Bruno is going to be looking longingly over the fence at Mickey’s little band of mares.  I also suspect there could be some fighting between the boys (Mick and Bru) over the fence line as well.  I am just hoping Bruno doesn’t decide to just jump the fence as he did when he first came to our farm.  He wanted to visit Feather and just flat-footed it over the four-foot gate to get to Feather on the other side. At least we learned he has some jump  in him.  One step at a time, that’s all we can do!

Mother’s Day

Kona and Lauren ballroom dancing (he has his ball and they are dancing in the living room).

Kona and Lauren ballroom dancing (he has his ball and they are dancing in the living room).

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there -both the human and animal nurturing types.  We have had a quiet day here.  Lauren got up and fed the horses, dogs and cats this morning so I got to stay in bed!  Yeah-great present.  Both of my other two daughters were quick to send mother’s day wishes and chocolate covered strawberries, so while I miss seeing them, I will power on.

I decided Bruno and Kid could try out the front pasture today for the first time as the arena and paddock are too muddy for them to chance pulling a shoe.  Lauren was not excited about this plan and she knew Bruno would run.  Wet spots still abound even in this pasture but we are trying to work up to getting Bruno to a pasture with more grass.  I had Bruno’s steady companion Kid and Lauren had Bru on the stud chain.  It got a little exciting before we got them released.  Kid ran quite a bit with Bruno, mainly trying to stay out of his way, but within about five minutes most of the fireworks were over.  Both horses seemed to enjoy  the fresh green grass and warm sun.

Bruno managed to find mud to roll in and quickly covered himself in it.  I helped Lauren give him his first bubble bath since we have owned him.  When we got him, it was turning colder, and then we had months where we could not get his hoof wet.  I have to say someone did a pretty good job with him as he stood quietly as we blasted his face and head with cold water.  His back white socks will need some more work before they gleam shiny and clean like Feather’s but we can work on that.

Feather continued to improve today.  No swelling in her legs, great appetite, and decreased stools (did you ever think you would read a blog about the bowel habits of a horse?).

Lauren made a wonderful Chicken Divan casserole and an old jello salad recipe of my Aunt Nova’s.  We picked up my mom around noon and I was gratified to see her so happy and also to have her eat so well.  She ate everything on her plate and enjoyed the Oreo Pie dessert as well.  I have not seen her look so good for a while.

Lauren after dancing with Kona, who her nanny said was showing his “lip-stick”, is off to see Blake.  I am happy all are home, well and safe.  Happy day to you all.

Don't ever put the ball down is Kona's motto!

Don’t ever put the ball down is Kona’s motto!