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Bold North

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There’s a new slogan in town that arose from the committee responsible for landing this year’s Super Bowl game and coordinating all the related local events around it. The motto being brandished everywhere we look is, “Bold North.”

I like it. It speaks of the harsh reality we face in carrying on with our everyday lives regardless the extremes of weather our northern location dishes out. I take pride in being able to tolerate the ridiculous cold or the stifling heat which we face, both happening within a span of mere months from each other.

However, and I really hate to whine about this, there are times when the bitter cold can really become an excessively excruciating pain in the butt, …and the ears, toes, fingers, nose, and even eyes.

We haven’t even received a bill yet for the last time the vet was here when the extreme cold contributed to ending Legacy’s life, and now we need the doc back this morning to take a look at Hunter at a time when it is again so cold that the tools of an equine veterinarian barely function.

It’s hard on the horse and hard on the doctor trying to help him.

That makes it hard on us.

We ran an errand last night to pick up a propane heater in hopes of taking a little of the edge off for the vet while he is working in the barn.

I don’t think I was as grateful as I should have been for the relative luck we had in the prior four years of being first-time horse owners. I basically had no idea what I was doing when it came to being responsible for the ultimate well-being of our herd. Some days I would return from feeding them and realize, if asked how they were doing, I hadn’t really even looked them over all that closely.

I guess that set me up to have a sense that problems were few and far between, and I came to see that as normal.

This past year it feels as though it’s been one issue after another.

Instead of things getting easier with time and experience, we are in a phase of experiencing just the opposite, and it seems to be reaching peaks of difficulty that coincide with drops in temperature.

It’s got me feeling not so bold, after all. In fact, I caught myself having thoughts last night of the type that snowbirds express, like wishing to be somewhere warm during winter.

It’s a blaspheme of what I hold sacred!

I’m from Minnesota! The bold north! I love winter!

 

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Written by johnwhays

February 2, 2018 at 7:00 am

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  1. Ha, ha: I am with the snowbirds and yet there is a lot in me that speaks to your way of being, for you are a strong and healthy person (despite, and even because of, your misgivings at times), the product of that bounce-back environment.

    Ian Rowcliffe

    February 2, 2018 at 9:30 am

    • I feel like I’m being bounced back and forth at a rapid rate lately, between energized and inspired and then swiftly jolted over to a cloud of gloom and withered hopes.
      If we can guide Hunter back to a quick return to his robust normal self, that will serve well to bolster my spirits with renewed hope!

      johnwhays

      February 2, 2018 at 5:02 pm


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