It’s been a good weekend. It has also been a busy weekend. A really busy week, if you really want the truth. I had my usual work week. On top of that, I was supposed to have my new well installed. I have waited 5 weeks. My old well stopped working on a Friday. The well driller had to install 3 new irrigation wells in a neighboring county before he could dig my new well (you know how those dang farmers are). At any rate, I had decided that I would wait on him to do it. After he got the irrigation wells done, he had to work on his trucks, so it went almost another week. I must admit I was getting pretty frustrated. My 4-inch well was dug on Friday, but wasn’t hooked up until Saturday. So the well drillers and their equipment occupied a space in my back field.
Now, I’m sure you remember my tale of birthin’ ol’ Moonpie about 8 weeks ago. Mr. Moonpie has gotten mighty independent lately. He had lost all his jingle bells on his halter. His blind mother had let him start moving a farther distance away from her without freaking out…until all that noisy equipment moved in. All the noise from the drill rig frightened Fetty, who would not move past the barn to go to the back field where she is used to roaming and feeding. However, little Mr. Curiosity, Moonpie, wasn’t frightened at all, and would check the drillers out, or go to the back field with Bunny and Kapote. Which left Fetty at the barn worried about Moonpie, whinnying and spinning in circles. She really went crazy if she heard Moonpie whinny in response at the back field. So, I spent my day trying to calm Fetty, walking to the back field trying to round up Moonpie. I got so frustrated at our dog, Piper, I was ready to kill her. Bless her heart, I think Piper knew what Fetty was upset about, and was trying to round up Moonpie, who thought this was all a wonderful game. At one point, I had finally rounded up Bunny, Kapote, and Moonpie, and had the well drillers to close the panels so all the horses were penned at the barn with Fetty. Fetty calmed down and all was well with our world. I went back inside, patting myself on the back at how well I had handled the situation. I went inside, then upstairs to my sewing project….and immediately heard Fetty whinnying outside. I looked out the window, and she was circling again, distressed. Down the stairs, outside to find Moonpie. The little rascal had escaped again, and was in the back field. When I headed back to round him up, Piper again tried to help. What fun for Moonpie!! And where is Rheba when all this is going on? Not at home I can assure you. She had gone to Ocala to get horse feed, and to purchase Moonpie another halter, since he has outgrown his old one. She had not replaced his missing jingle bells on the old one, because he needed a larger one. I called her up and let her know what a nuisance he was making of himself; and while he was having such fun, Fetty and I were not seeing the humor in his antics. By lunchtime, I was very tired.
Then Aleta and I went to Bella’s to have our pedicures. The very marvelous Heitrieu and Val made our toes beautiful. Once back, we surprised a friend and then Aleta and Rheba took me out to eat for Mother’s Day, since Rheba had to work on Sunday. As always, we had a wonderful time. I got to spend it with my two favorite people. We laugh a lot when we are together. We all have a similar, weird sense of humor. And we can laugh at ourselves. We listen to Rheba talk about horses all the time and we think we glean a little knowledge here and there. So when Aleta said something about passing by a neighbors field and seeing horses with donkey heads, I was a little puzzled. I am not very observant, and had not seen what she was talking about. Rheba however laughed until she cried. Aleta once before had said something to a friend about horses couldn’t eat cow hay. Rheba said “Aleta, those horses must have been eating some of that cow hay and grew long ears. Those are not horses, Aleta, those are mules.” Later, Rheba was discussing the merits of branding, whether it is better to brand on the shoulder or hip, how some people use a numbering system, so that the foal is associated with its mother with a number on both shoulder and hip. “So what number do you put on the ear tag?” asked Aleta. Rheba then informed her that horses didn’t have ear tags, “unless, of course, they were eating some of that cow hay!!” Rheba then told us about the merits of tattooing inside the horse’s lip. I am waiting for when Aleta makes some announcement about horse tattooing.
Today, I went to church, then Aleta and I went to Cedar Key to visit my mother-in-law and wish her a Happy Mother’s Day. She had just gotten home from the nursing home on Saturday. I was blessed with the best mother-in-law.
As I sat visiting with her, I realized how tired I was. All that traipsing through the horse field probably. At any rate, tomorrow begins a new week.
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