We had 18 inches of snow and 6 more expected tonight. Going to the barn has been a chore and I should get hazardous duty pay. Drifts were between 3 and 4 feet deep and the dogs, especially Sam, needed me to break a path so he could go down the driveway. Even getting out of the yard was tough; the snow was pushed against the gate so deeply, it was all I could do to force it open.
Nancy over at A Rural Journal, hosts Random 5 Friday. Usually it comes and goes and three days later I remember. What can I tell you? Memory is not only a terrible servant; it mostly doesn’t even show. Last night, I visited Lynn at Irish Garden House and her post was today’s Random 5 Friday. Why yes, it did confuse me just about totally; then again, it doesn’t take all that much to confuse me, but Lynn did make me laugh and that’s always a good thing.
Nancy says share 5 random thoughts but seeing how I want some cheese, I thought I’d just whine.
1. Ten minutes ago, a big whomp noise came from the wood stove. In order to check it, I opened the vent before opening the door so no sparks would fly into the room. This I did and as soon as I opened the door, a Very Large Whomp AND a ball of fire came straight at me. I was far enough away it only
singed my hair burnt my hair, eye brows and eyelashes on the left side. It still got my attention and I guess I won’t be wasting money on mascara any time soon. Do eyelashes grow back at my age?
2. Two hours ago, the vet came and we put down two old sheep. Harry Shetland has been blind for months and kept contained in a small lot where he had shelter (barn), water (electric bucket) and I carried food to him twice a day. Sophie Shetland, Carly’s sister, is just as ancient but hasn’t aged as well as Carly and had been living with Harry for a couple of months. She’d turned into a little
bird sparrow and was wasting away and had gotten cast, several times, and worn her fleece to the skin in her vain attempts to get to her feet. I was visiting the barn several times a day in order to lift her and she weighed, maybe, 35 pounds. I don’t mind taking care of them, it’s my job as a good steward, and I despise killing them but, even more, I hate letting them die by inches. It was time to say good-bye and it’s my last gift to them to pay Dr. Anne to do it mercifully. She gave them massive doses of “go to sleep forever meds” and they slipped away peacefully. A few years ago, when Dr. Anne came back to Tazewell to practice vet meds, I told her mother, “Anne is a good vet but I believe she’s got the makings of a great vet.” Anne is now a lot closer to great than good and it’s a privilege to know her.
3. Six hours ago, while driving the Ranger it slid down a bank and landed against a fence. Bless God that fence was there because it kept me from flipping and going over the hill. Even so, the Ranger was good and stuck and not even 4-wheel drive helped. Heck, I was in 4-wheel drive when it happened! Using the Toyota truck, I hooked a chain to both truck and Ranger and tried to pull the Ranger out of that predicament. Didn’t work and I tore the yard plumb up! If Dave was alive, he’d have my guts for garters but I’m just happy I didn’t get hurt. The dang yard can be fixed a lot easier and cheaper than me. It took God and me about 30 minutes to get the truck unstuck and back on even ground. For a while there I was a tad frightened and told God, “This is the last attempt because I’m frightened. I do not want to go over the hill so this is the last time I’m asking for help.” Bless Him, the truck got on an even track…after I got on my hands and knees and shoveled snow from in front of all four tires…and we headed to the barn. At the barn, I used that same chain to hook to the truck and to the barn door so I could get the door open. It was snowed frozen shut and that’s where the tractor is kept. After getting the door opened, I loaded the tractor with hay then drove up to the yard to pull the Ranger out of the fence and park it on a level spot. Before putting the tractor away, I fed the horses, sheep and alpacas then came to the house, got the Ranger and put it away, after locking the front gate.
4. Nine hours ago, I went to town to get gasoline for the Ranger. It was almost out and I need that Ranger to help with farm chores. The first 10 miles of the trip, I drove 20 miles an hour in 4-wheel drive; yes, it was that icy and snowy on the roads. Under the wire, I also had 2 ham biscuits at Hardees; love that Marie, she makes very fine biscuits!
5. Fourteen hours ago, I woke up and decided to get started on my day. Little did I know (thank You, God for small mercies) what kind of day it would prove to be. The
good great news is…beasts and human are safe from exertion. The dogs will receive aspirin (if I can get them to wake up) and I’m taking an 800 mg. Ibuprofen along with an adult beverage. I don’t know if I deserve it or not but I sure know I want it and my tired old bones say go for the gusto pain relief. So I’m gonna.
In conclusion (finally!, someone says), it really wasn’t a no good, very bad, terrible, horrible day. It was physically demanding, emotionally exhausting and fraught with dangers, toils and snares (love that old hymn!). God kept me safe, He gave me strength, the ability to figure out how to do what needed to be done and I’m headed to bed pleased that I was able to do the work He set before me. And, do it safely; bless His name forever!
Blessings ~ safety ~ long well lived life for Sophie and Harry ~ gasoline for the Ranger and Ranger unstuck and tucked into barn ~ truck put away safe and sound ~ I still have a lot of hair as well as eye lashes and an eyebrow on the right side ~ life is good ~