Relative Something

A few days ago, we were putting rain sheets on the horses before the weather switched over to snow and made a mess of things. Cyndie had to battle hours of driving in the miserable conditions, and the horses have been clomping around in a mix of freezing and thawing slop ever since.

Their coverings were a frozen mess, so we pulled them off, and with no further falling precipitation to speak of, let their bare backs breathe. They seem fine with the situation for now, but it has made it nearly impossible to clean up their manure to my usual level of detail.

The conditions have been decidedly spring-like in the way the snow began melting the moment the storm was over. By afternoon in the area in front of the barn where I shoveled, the ground looked as dry as if it had never snowed.

Beyond that space where the snow remains are the tracks I made with multiple passes on the ATV. Instead of plowing over the gravel, I just drove back and forth a few times.

On the driveway where I did have the blade down, the pavement dried right up in minutes.

I’m happy the snow clearing didn’t take a lot of time because that allowed me to stay glued to the broadcasts of Olympic competition. The Gold Medal game in Men’s Hockey between the USA and Canada will be tomorrow morning. I don’t know what to expect, but I won’t be surprised if our luck runs out against such a formidable opponent.

On the other hand, I’m certainly hoping for the fairy tale success to continue for one more game.

When I haven’t been watching hockey or figure skating, the next on-ice competition that I find mesmerizing is curling, even though I know almost nothing about the intricacies of the sport. It seems an unlikely spectator sport to me, but when I stumble upon the stone sliding on the Olympic broadcasts, it interrupts my getting anything else accomplished.

I sure have enjoyed the sports distractions from all the malfeasance underway in our government. I sure wish I could wake up on Monday and find out someone has finally put a stop to it all. That would be even more rewarding than an Olympic Gold Medal.

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