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Rain Delivered
They promised snow, but we received freezing rain for most of the day yesterday. I really dislike rain in the winter. The day will not go down in our history as one of the better ones around here. On top of the weather being lousy, Cyndie is suffering greatly from a sinus infection that has walloped her a good one. When momma’s not happy, nobody’s happy.
The horses are being good sports about the lousy weather. We put them in the barn on Tuesday night, and decided to leave them inside, sheltered from the freezing rain, for the entire day yesterday. This is the longest we have yet to confine them in those stalls. It seems like a bit much to ask of them, but I think maybe they sense the benefit and are accepting the situation without complaint.
Delilah didn’t seem to mind the wetness one bit, and ran all over the place, playing in the slushy mess. I let her roam off-leash for a bit, and she stayed in contact with me for the entire distance down the driveway to get the mail, and back again. I hadn’t intended to stay out and get wet, but once you are wet, you don’t really get any wetter, so I scraped the freezing slush off the upper part of the driveway. While I was out, our tractor was delivered on a flatbed truck from the local dealer who performed a full set of routine maintenance steps. Yep, I got out of having to change the oil this time.
The driver dropped it off at the flat spot of the driveway near the barn. Since it doesn’t have chains on yet (the weather was nice when they picked it up last week), I worried I might not get it up the hill to the shop garage. Well, I made it up the hill, no problem, but then spun my wheels when I tried to back it up the tiniest of an incline into the garage. No worry, I have a loader on the front, and people tell me to use that to push myself whenever I get stuck. It worked like a charm. The tractor was a frozen mess of ice, but it is back in the garage with all new fluids, a repaired leaking front tire, and no more dripping from the hydraulic line quick-connect fitting.
Since I was out in the garage, already wet, I decided it was a good time to get the plow re-attached to the Grizzly ATV. Knowing we will have frigid Arctic air settling in for a few days, I figured I should try to clear as much of the slush off the driveway as possible before it gets locked in place for good. I can’t call my first try at plowing with the Griz a smashing success, but I was able to do a fair job and I completed it in a fraction of the time I spent last year trying to use the big diesel tractor. I feel optimistic about my chances of becoming proficient at maneuvering the ATV and moving snow to clear the pavement to a degree that meets my exacting standards. I think it will be a bit easier to plow snow in the future when it isn’t raining at the same time.
Just to top off this first significant, and lousy, snow event day, I needed to reattach the mailbox after the township plow went by. We are picking up right where we left off last year, in that regard.
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Snow Promised
The daytime temperatures here have been above freezing the last few days, but the precipitation that is moving across our region has fallen mostly as snow. The warm days are forecast to change on Thursday, when the temp is expected to drop into the single digits. It will stay in the single digits, even for the warmest point of the following days, through the entire weekend. Before that excitement arrives, we might get up to 7 inches of new snow.
With that in mind, I took some time to shovel the labyrinth last night in hopes of creating a more obvious path so it will be visible even if we get a half-foot of snow. I love how the pattern becomes more obvious with the snow. I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish before dark, so I stopped part way to take a picture.
It is inspiring me to try to make significant gains next summer getting the path well-defined, because it makes such a difference in the experience when you don’t need to think about the route along the way, and can, instead, focus your thoughts on the contemplative journey you have chosen. Having snow to very visibly define the pathway has showed me how valuable that is.
I’m thinking it won’t be feasible to keep shoveling down to the ground as the snowfalls get deeper and deeper through the winter. I would need to build walls of snow between each path, because there is nowhere to put the snow that is shoveled. I’m hoping to be able to just trod the path after each subsequent accumulation, now that I have established the base that defines the route.
It might be a snowshoe exercise, although I’m not sure it is wide enough for them to fit very well.
After I finished shoveling the whole thing, I took a picture, holding the camera up into the darkness. If you look close, you can see that the snowfall for the next phase of precipitation had already started.
I’m ready. Go ahead, let it snow!
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Perfect Image
This could very well be the last picture of the year from here with no snow on the ground. After the current bout of mixed snow and rain we are experiencing concludes, the temperatures are predicted to head into the deep freeze again, so maybe the ground-cover will hang around till the next measurable snow fall occurs.
Yesterday, I received this photo taken Sunday by Nick Shatek while Hays relations were visiting for a delayed Thanksgiving gathering. It captures the spirit of horse/human interaction that we want to see here, especially with kids. This is my niece Tricia’s daughter, Brooke, connecting with Cayenne in a most beautiful way.
We can report that the horse “popsicles” we made were a big hit. Cyndie served up two of them after the evening feeding on Sunday, and when she came back to the house the next morning after feeding them, she reported that they had completely gobbled up both, leaving no trace of any remains. Since nobody stayed around to see any of the action, we don’t have any idea who ate them, or how fast they did it. For that reason, we have decided to wait on serving the next two, until a time when we can hang around to observe the process.
I’m looking forward to the chance to get some photos of that event!
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Wonderful Visit
I’ve said it before, and I will say it (write it) again, our place is made whole by the presence of guests. We are extremely thankful for the families who traveled to be with us this past weekend, celebrating the U.S. Thanksgiving.
For some reason, the presence of visitors causes me to forget I even have a camera, so I captured very few images. Before anyone arrived, Cyndie was working in the kitchen to prepare foods for the feast, and Delilah felt the need to get right in the middle of the action to help out. Once there, she fell fast asleep.
The second image is from the labyrinth. I was a bit surprised to see how popular the labyrinth turned out to be with the young ones. It doesn’t beep or ding, doesn’t involve eating anything, it is outdoors, and it requires active participation. They loved it! I believe some preferred it over visiting with the horses. Several kids asked to be able to walk it one more time before going in, and later, some asked if they could return to the labyrinth to walk it again.
Both of those images are off my phone, because I didn’t have my camera handy either time. I didn’t capture any record of the wonderful interactions between kids and horses, nor the delightful behaviors of Delilah amidst the chaos and clamor of 20 people, young and old, eating and conversing loudly all around her.
It was a wonderful visit and we feel truly blessed to have been able to share our place with family over the holiday weekend.
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Round Two
We get a second shot at a family Thanksgiving today, with “Hays” relations making the trip east to visit and meet our horses for the first time. It really is a colossal treat for us to have guests visit Wintervale, despite the urge to have everything looking perfectly-tended and thus our needing to vacuum endlessly. Delilah doesn’t seem to see the point of that, and quickly crushes a bone to dusty bits on the rug, or shreds the next available stuffed toy to distribute clouds of white fluff to and fro.
She can be very assertive about making her point, like right now how she is repeatedly moving my right hand off the keyboard with her head to demand I scratch her, so I have to type one letter at a time with my left hand. At least I have a good excuse why the post is my usual Sunday lateness in getting published for you all.
I do need to get to the vacuuming, and would like to clean the paddocks before guests arrive, so I will make this short today. I’ll leave you with this fun portrait that Elysa captured of me with Dezirea during Thursday’s Thanksgiving visit by Cyndie’s family. I was inside the paddock to encourage the horses to come down the fence line for treats offered by our visitors. Dezi was checking my hand, looking for a treat that wasn’t there.
Oh, that reminds me… Last night, Cyndie and I cut up apples, celery, parsley, oranges, added shredded carrots, floated them in sugar-water with a little food coloring, and froze them to make “treats” for the horses. It was a recipe Cyndie discovered somewhere. I am looking forward to seeing if they show interest in the strange bucket-sized popsicles.
Happy December to you all!
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Got Hitch?
What do you do if you want to tow something? You simply hook up the trailer to your truck, right? For most of the last year, we didn’t have a truck. Well, we have one now. Cyndie did most of the research, and took care of the purchase. When we got it home, I noticed there was nothing to “hitch” a trailer to beneath the bumper. Cyndie assured me she had asked for one with a tow package, but we didn’t see what was needed to tow trailers.
Since there were some other issues we wanted addressed –including an oil change, spare tire hanger, and bulb replacement in the back-up lights– Cyndie scheduled a service appointment that included mounting a hitch that would allow us to pull trailers. They told her there were no hitches in stock, so they would need to special order one, and that meant the appointment would be delayed a week.
Well, that day came and went, and neither one of us remembered to drop the truck off for service. It’s embarrassing, …and I haven’t even gotten to the embarrassing part yet.
On the morning of the rescheduled appointment date, we rushed to get the truck in before Cyndie left for work. They hadn’t opened yet, but I spotted someone inside and he opened a door for me to drop off the keys. When Cyndie had made the original appointment, she neglected to mention the back-up light, and I didn’t think to say anything about it when I gave the man the keys. I needed to call after I got back to our house. He asked for my number, so he could let me know when the work was done and the truck was ready to be picked up.
This is one of the gray areas of responsibility in Cyndie’s and my relationship. I wanted her to take care of it, because I am not good at dealing with things I don’t understand. She is much more brave than me, and dives right into things she doesn’t understand, but I’m sure she preferred to have me just handle the whole thing. She made the appointment, and now I was the one dealing with the details. I felt stuck in the middle. I gave him my number, and became their contact person.
The first call came early in the day. He tells me, “There already is a hitch on your truck.”
Picture me at that point. I really am not very fond of that feeling of humiliation. “Really?” I guess we don’t need that hitch you special ordered then… I try to buy some time while I figure out how to reply, knowing that I have no idea about the actual details of anything to do with tow hitches. “So, we just need the ball mounted?” I don’t even know what I am really asking. He says we just need a receiver, but they don’t carry any. I asked him a couple more questions and quickly deduced there were still variables for which I had no answer. I told him we would look into the remaining parts we needed for towing, ourselves.
I immediately searched for images of “tow hitches” and “hitch receivers,” and found some consolation as to why it seems confusing. The names for all the different parts involved don’t appear to be universal. I will admit, I assumed a trailer hitch was the obvious ball that is commonly seen mounted to the back of pickup trucks. It’s not quite that simple.
Here are two examples of what I found:
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We need a ball mount, and a trailer ball. Unfortunately, there are an almost infinite variety of each, allowing for a wide variety of trailer and towing options. We don’t actually have a trailer, but have been offered use of them already on a variety of occasions. I’m going to pick something as close as possible to the middle range of the most likely scenario we expect to face. For all other situations that arise, I’ll buy what is needed when the time comes.
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The Table
When Mom let us have the old Hays family dining room table, the one thing she required in exchange was that we host the Thanksgiving meal on it. Whenever it is time to haul the 5 center leaves out of storage, to stretch the table to conference-room size, I experience a flood of memories, and an overwhelming sense of appreciation for the honor of being given possession of the family table.
This table was in the farm-house of Intervale Ranch where my family lived when I was born. It has been with me for most of my life. I snapped this shot of the expanded length prior to covering it with 12 place settings and more foods than should be allowed yesterday.
Another happy Thanksgiving is in the books.
Ah, but that’s not all. This year we get two versions. Yesterday, Cyndie’s side of the family came over. On Sunday, the Hays side of the family with gather. We’ll keep the table extended for the days between. That will prolong my period of enjoying the memories conjured up when I see it in all its glory of being full-size.
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Clean Up
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“What do you mean I have to put away all my toys because company is coming?”
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Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all through the house… Yeah, we’re cleanin.’ And cooking!
Cyndie read somewhere that you should give your dog a new toy every few days, or at least, rotate them out of service for a while as new ones are introduced. I know how this works. We raised kids. Delilah would just as likely play with a stick or a leaf and be fascinated for an hour. She would just as happily devour the cardboard backing a new chew toy had been mounted to, instead of the toy itself. Ice cubes are a current fascination. But it seems everyday I discover a new colorful device in our house that pet scientists of the world have devised to keep our dog intellectually challenged.
I’d like to meet the marketing genius who wrote that article Cyndie read, …and congratulate him.
“Don’t forget to clean up after the horses in the paddocks!”
Yes, dear. I should just let Delilah eat it all. With a dog’s sense of smell a gazillion times better than humans, you’d think manure would smell something awful to them. So, why the need to taste it at every encounter? The horses, deer, raccoons… She doesn’t discriminate.
I sure hope it won’t be too sunny tomorrow. I don’t think we’ll get around to washing windows before guests arrive.
If you are traveling today, be careful out there! We hope everyone in the States reading along will have a chance this holiday-extended-weekend to gather with others, sit down to a meal together, and bask in the valuable energy of being thankful. If you notice your hosts missed a spot when they were cleaning for guests, be sure to cut them some slack. Especially if they have been trying to live with a great big puppy and two frustrated house cats for the last two months.
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