Ermmm... might git coffee and git comfortable *L*

*Writers block inserted here*
Well, hell, I've had a couple shots already and I'm wincing staring at this screen wondering what in the heck to write. You see ? there's the problem with being so slack that I haven't updated this in a week. Bad Tash...bad... *scolds self*
I'm dog tired now. But honestly, that's no reason not to get my surly butt in here and scribe a few lines.. Where to start ? There in lies the question..*nods*
Been a banner week it has... *contemplates* There's been weaning of foals, and calves (none of which went according to plan) *shakes head* A phenomenal time spent with my gluteus maximus adhered to the seat of a John Deere tractor
*Side bar inserted here* That whole song ? p'raps you've heard it ? "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" ? anyways... There's a song out there of that name, and by the end of today I was singing it...but ermmm with some different less than idyllic words..*cough*
Anyways, I don't see how in any stretch of an imagination that I could've been construed as "sexy" after eating ten pounds of dirt and dust all day shifting sand in the paddocks to ward off the areas that turn into quagmires of land-soup after the winter rains hit.
In Fairness I did thank Ol' John for his tenacity and durability for the last few days of relentless shifting, clutching and scooping.
Honestly, my knees ache.. All the way up to my....err...elbows..*heh*
All in all, the separating of the foals from their mothers did go fairly well, albeit the mares still try to bum-rush me through the gate into the south 40 every time I open it. But I haven't had a near-death experience in all of those dealings, so I shan't complain another iota *crosses heart*
The cattle ? hmmm well, that's another story. I wasn't the only one involved, and ummm someone else made a decision *they remain nameless* to put two of the recently deprived momma cows in a small enclosure next to the recently separated calves. Went reallllll well *cough*
One of the cows did that whole "cow jumped over the moon" thing, and well, snapped a wire in a fence that stretched about a kilometer, and it also suspended the "stand offs or outriggers" that supported the electric fence for two of the most important paddocks.
So...by now I'm sure this is all riveting........*rolls eyes* Not. But I didn't want to give the impression that I've been lolling about the beach havin' a grand ol' time lazin' about. I promise I haven't...
Up side ? The vet I usually spend Tuesdays with (tomorrow) is going to be in da big city, as his Mrs. is getting induced to have their baby. A day off.... *begins laughing maniacally*
Okay, well it's more like a day to get all of the things done around the ol' hacienda that I've been neglecting these last two marathon weeks.
I told Luke...you remember Luke ? the friend I do the whole music with and singing with thing ? Yeah, well I told Luke that this was to be the year of "The Tash".......
He thinks I'm insane, and that I won't really get to rest till I'm dead. But I told him, that this was the year I would start taking it a little easier. Not bein' a bum mind you, just being human...
I was up yesterday morning meeting a man who'd agreed to show up in a paddock at 6:30 in the morning to help dig a hole with his giant tractor (for free mind you) for this woman who I've made a bit of a personal guardian angel gig. Folks might remember the "Catching a Tiger Snake" story, it was in this lady's yard...Anyways, this lady and her son have had a bad go of things this year... Seriously.. This falls under the "Thank God You're not this person" list..
Her son and husband were in a horrible accident one or two days after she fractured her collarbone. Man is in rehab for head trauma, son of 8 years old has two abdominal surgeries from the accident, life overwhelms woman, and did I mention that strangely enough I was like one of the first persons on the scene of the accident to render aid before the ambulance folks got there ? And that I'd met the three of them a few months before at a pub, and talked to all of them ?
So.. I set the stage well enough.. This week, couple days ago ? Their pet sheep dies. Now mind you, she's like 11 years old...or more.. The son learned to "rope" on this pet, and it's one of the things that well, frankly, is a memory of their life together before the husband got so seriously injured. So this needs to be handled with tact. No one else for her to call, ergo I am the one called..*nods* I call a man I barely know.. More like a friend of a friend, and spill their story to him, and Wa-Lah ! Instant hole dug with all reverence at 6:30 in the morning.
In the next two weeks there's gonna be a busy-bee at her place. That's where lots of folks get together an' help out when someone needs it and all. They're building ramps, and redoing the porch. Apparently, the husband is coming home... It's not gonna be easy on 'er though.
So...where do you think I'll be that busy-bee ? *wink* Bahh...so what if Luke's right ?
This week ?I swear I'll U-date more often. This catchin' up thing is hell on my brain.... :P
*Sits back and actually watches the sun go down with a trickle of moonshine in hand as I hit enter *grin*