Gettin' It Together

I need to keep organizing myself so I can function in a more effective way.  I want to "get my act together" so I can relax and better enjoy life.  Part of getting my &%#$ together included finishing organizing the house.  I needed to clean and return all the furnishings back to where they had been before the carpet cleaning.  I had more laundry to do, my suitcase to put back up on the top shelf of our closet, and taking down and putting away the rest of the Christmas/winter decorations and lights.

Joe and I have the trip to Costa Rica for Britney's wedding and the wedding reception here in FFG to arrange.  Betty and I were also planning horse camping trips and making reservations.  And I was trying to get the vet out to the ranch on a date six of us ladies are available. 

My boss had sent the pool schedule and I was glad to see I have Tue-Friday off (as requested) so Betty and I can go 'horse camping' during the week when campgrounds are less busy.  But then the thought of trying to juggle my pool, gym, and horse chore schedules was daunting.  There was also the transition of renters, from Charles' move out to Moe and Franky's posible move in, that also weighed on my mind.  I was ready to get so many things settled.

Saturday 3/1 - March came in like a lamb.  It was a lovely, sunny day; although a tad windy and getting worse by the end of the day.  At least the days continue to get longer with the sun not only setting later, but rising earlier. 

I was up before the sun, and yes, those are Christmas lights above Monita, that I still enjoy... but need to take down. 



Gettin' it together requires some thought, which seems to happen when I wake up too early, and then the thinking won't let me get back to sleep.  I was mulling over the concerns we have about renting to Moe, mostly because of her having a dog.  I was also planning the rearranging of furniture in the ranch house since Charles would be taking his couch, recliner, antique radio, lamps, table and chairs that we had made room for. 


I ended up needing some kind of force today and realize it came and went sort of.  I finally completed my Cruz blog and posted it, and then drug my butt to the gym.  I had the worst workout I can remember.  I just didn’t have it in me, maybe because I was so sleep deprived and the force wasn't with me.  Anyway, I didn't lift weights, but at least rowed and did the elliptical.  The quick stretch afterwards was beneficial, but should have been longer.
After a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, I scrambled off to the ranch to meet Betty and Karen.   





I didn't take any photos of our ride, but it was a pretty good one, although it was very windy and I was a tad cold and Rico had three big spooks where he spun 180° and tried to runoff.  The 'force' was with me I suppose, because I managed to stay in the saddle every time, but I was not happy with Rico having these BIG spooks.  Karen had gone back to the barn early and Betty and I did another loop, bumping our horses up to a nice smooth gait and holding them there.  One of Rico's spooks happened at this faster speed.


Finished with our ride, as usual, Betty let Dorado eat grass in the upper barnyard area near the shop.  Typically I take Rico up to join them.  But today I put him in the round pen so I could finish up some things before leaving.  He went ballistic.  He couldn't see Dorado and wanted out of the round pen.  He was running, bashing into the panels, bucking, rearing, kicking, spinning, snorting and completely out of control.  He carried on like a mad man for over five minutes.


I was so worried that Rico had no concern for me that I didn’t even want to go into the pen to halter and lead him out.  I tried calming him from the outside, talking quietly, and trying to put my hands on him when he ran up to me and stopped at the panel.  He eventually slowed, came and stood by me breathing quite heavily, but his head was still high and his eyes buggy.  But I went in and haltered him.
Finally leading Rico towards Dorado, he was a little pushy and I tried to get him to back up a few times and connect with me, but he really was very focused on Dorado.  It concerns me that this very nice horse can have a flip side and seem like a crazed maniac.  We both certainly need to 'get it together' and rebond and better trust each other.

I collected trash from all cans around the Ranch, including Charles' and got tied up in a rather long conversation with him, so was there a little longer than I had wanted.  While I showered Joe ordered Domino’s Pizza.  We had dinner together and then watched the first episode of the new season of Suits LA.  It’s pretty different than the old Suits because there’s none of the same actors and actresses so I was having troubles warming to it.

Sunday 3/2 - I was up too early again, but got last week's blog finished and posted. 

There has been a black Tom cat coming around, fighting with Rose (chasing her off) and going under our screened in porch to eat her food (and mark his territory).  Every time I see him, I send Maggie out to chase him off.  Rose has figured out to just hold still while Maggie goes after the black cat, which always runs over behind our neighbor's house. 

Well today, shortly after Maggie had chased off the black Tom, a fox came down from the other side of the golf course and followed the drainage ditch up and then went behind Carole's, (do I no longer refer to it as Allen's since he has passed?) in the same direction as the cat had gone.  I hope all of this canine activity is enough to convince the Tom cat to move on. 





Joe and I were supposed to meet Moe out at the ranch early afternoon, but she texted me first thing in the morning, that she was too sick to make it... didn't want to share germs.  So, after church I went to Food City.  Once home, I was soon back in my loungers for the day.  The high was 45°, so I had no desire for outside activity. 



Notice in the above photo, that the living room is still quite bare.  The sun was beckoning me so I laid on the floor with my fur babies and read.  Before long, I was taking a nap, a substantial 90 minute siesta.  That's Mama Styx in the dog bed.

Poker Joe was gone, so after my furry friends and I ate, and Maggie did some Tom cat chasing, I worked here getting this week's blog started.

Monday 3/3 - I slept until 5:30!  It was 26° when I walked Maggie and I had the space heater on to warm up my office.  Babe was enjoying it.  Overnight, one of the cats had christened our newly cleaned carpet with throw up, so I took care of that right away. 

I hit the gym from 10-12:30, accomplishing a lot more than last time I was there.  Betty and I met at the ranch later than usual so Karen could join us on a ride. 




Karen was running late at a doctor's appointment, so did not join us.  Betty setting her riding app before we left, and then she took my photo. 







Just a ½ mile out on the trail, Rico pulled up lame during our warmup walk.  He was quite off.  I dismounted, picked his hoof, felt for any problems, and just didn't know.  I got back on to see how bad he felt.  His limping was pretty severe, but then he seemed to 'walk out of it' as we returned to the ranch.  I brought Amiga in and put Rico in Zorro's stall and saddled Zorro.  Karen arrived to feed just before Betty and I headed back out.  We ended up having a good ride, even though Rico was weighing heavily on my mind.  There was nothing to explain his lameness, except probably his crazy behavior in the round pen Saturday.  He likely tweaked something then, and it was feeling better but then got worse again out on the trail.

I bought Rico thinking he was NOT going to be prone to lameness issues so am discouraged and concerned.  I hope this is a rare occurrence.  Also, another big problem right now is that he is so buddy sour.  I don't want him hurting himself when he gets overly anxious when he can't see Dorado.

Zorro did great for me out on the trail, full of pep and very willing to go.  And he has a very nice smooth rack.  He probably went four miles.  One of the 'clocked' miles was on Rico and more distance was also covered by me walking around the barnyard between rides.

Joe and I started a new (British) crime, comedy, TV mystery series 'Death In Paradise.'  Later, after I'd gone to bed, Joe had to go out to the ranch to meet an overnighter (no horses or animals) that was just parking and hooking up to our electric down at the shop.

Tuesday 3/4 - I needed to get to the ranch to give Amiga a Previcox well in advance of her dinner so I skipped the gym.  After doing some housekeeping things and eating a big, early lunch, I headed to the ranch.

Amiga was out napping, with Cowboy on the lookout, but started to get up just as I snapped this photo. 






I brought Amiga in, gave her a Previcox, and then let her graze out in the barnyard near the shop.  Bonnie was coming to look at Rico so I got him and Dorado into the corral.  When I went to halter Rico, he played 'hard to get,' the first time ever he has not come up to me, and actually kept walking/jogging away.

Bonnie looked and felt all over Rico's right hoof and leg, comparing it to his left leg.  She thought maybe there was a soft spot on his hoof, but wasn't sure because he didn't react.  The only other more noticeable thing she found, was an abnormal bump or kind of bulge in his muscle on his butt over his right hip.  Hopefully that’s all it is and it's something that will heal quickly and not be a problem down the road.

Bonnie grabbed Cowboy and was grooming him, so I decided to do the same with Amiga while she was still eating out in the barnyard.  Boy, are they shedding a LOT.

I went up and fed Rico and Dorado, giving Amiga more time to digest the Previcox before getting the Osteo Max with her dinner.  The wind had picked up a lot more.  Charles came out to inform me that things at the new apartment haven't been moving as fast as he hoped, so he wouldn't be able to get in until Monday.  This meant he was unable to move out of the ranch until then.

Wanda helped me with chores down in the lower paddock.  She and Zorro are such characters.  

I got home at 5pm and heard news of an afternoon shooting in FFG, a police officer killing a man that first shot at him.  This shooting incident occurred on Peavine, east of Westchester.  Yikes!

The wind kept getting stronger and stronger holding at about 20 miles an hour with gusts up to 45 miles an hour during the evening. 

I had to drag Maggie out of our closet to go for her evening walk before bed and by morning I saw on the news that there were power outages all over (ours had been out a bit overnight) and there had been a wildfire caused by down electrical wires on St. George Place here in Fairfield Glade, just a half mile from our house.  Double yikes!  Thankfully the FFG Fire department had evacuated nearby houses, contained, and within 3 or 4 hours, put out the fire (video).

Wednesday 3/5 - The winds had died down somewhat, but started picking up again as the sun came up.  While I was reading news of the FFG shooting and wildfire (an estimate of only 8 to 10 acres burned), I also saw that there had been a larger wildfire west of Crossville. 








A pair of mallards (you can kind of see the drake) were down back enjoying some deer corn that the squirrels had already picked through. 

I got to the ranch just after 8:30 and started bringing in the horses.  Bonnie, Susan, and Betty arrived just after I had, and helped with the process.
Lameness update on Rico... the farrier used a hoof tester and found a soft, tender, sore spot near the toe of Rico's back, hind foot.  Likely a stone bruise.  So Rico now has a pad under his shoe and should be able to walk much more comfortably, and I can ride once this weather straightens out.  Yipee!

Rico horsing around waiting for the farrier to finish with Dorado.  He is a silly, six year old boy.

I cleaned up the stalls and barn after the farrier and everyone else left, then went up to the ranch house to water house plants and check on things.  The electricity was back on and there were only a few big branches down in the yard.  It had been a strong wind to knock these two Adirondack chairs over. 

I just left the chairs because the wind was still quite strong, and supposed to pick up more during the day.

I drove by the 'burned' (wildfire) area on my way home. 

I was cold and tired so had a big lunch and then a long nap.  I had slept hard and had troubles waking up, but finally made it to the gym.  I had a good workout and also a chance to get an up-date from Moe.  She had gotten another extension at the Avalon Center so the transition from renters; getting Charles moved out and probably Moe and Franky moved in, would wait until next week.
Joe and I watched episode two of Survivor.

Thursday 3/6 - It was 28° when I walked Maggie at 5am, and we'd had a dusting of snow making the side deck a tad slippery.

I finally got the living room and remainder of the house 'back together' with everything dusted and cleaned and in its proper place. 

I had a really good arm and ab workout at the gym. 

Patty picked me up just before 5pm and we met three other ladies at Dynasty Asian Restaurant for dinner.  Then we went to the Community Band concert, which was very enjoyable... they did songs from movies.

Friday 3/7 - Today's Wordle started bad, and then I wasted a tile with a 'P' in the same place on my third guess.  But I managed to luck out on my 4th guess.  

I went to the gym, just for an aerobic work, (100 minutes worth) doing rowing and elliptical.

I met up with Karen and Betty at the ranch, to go for a little ride.  Karen‘s toe is still healing from surgery so she has to be careful, Betty was trying out her new saddle, and I wanted to see how well Rico was doing with his padded shoe, so we planned a short, slow ride. 

We headed down Marmaduke to do one of our usual routes (video), but a huge tree was down on a small cross trail (connecting two cul-de-sacs) so we had to turn around and go back to pick up the loop on another road.

 

Rico felt a tad off, especially when going down hill.  He did okay, although did not want to pick up a slow gait.

I did feeding chores once back, and then spent some time at the ranch house, sitting and chatting with Charles.    

Poker Joe was gone, hoping to be at the game table when the Bad-Beat might occur, with the pot now at $55,000 (which will be shared in different proportions by all there when a bad-beat occurs).