It's been an interesting weekend thus far. We have spent it in the usual manner- horses, dogs, customers, and hay. Our friend Debbie is still visiting from New Jersey. Several people have asked if it makes me weary to have a house guest for so long. They obviously do not fathom what our days are like for the extra set of hands are welcome. Anyone who tarries too long or stands still in my vicinity is dispatched an order.
Debbie dozes on the couch early in the evening and can barely keep her eyes open at dinner. She is sore in places that she had forgotten had muscles. She smells like the barn or at the very least a stinky horse 90% of the time. And she expectantly awaits the imminent foaling of a mare. I would say that she has adapted to our lifestyle quite well.
She tabulated the calories she ate yesterday and was mortified. But somehow has lost weight while visiting. She has become a frequent abuser of caffeine and lives from one sugar fix to another. Again, she has become one of us.
So, as the morning dawned today with a yearling on the wrong side of a fence line with no gate, rain pelting down upon the rooftops of the barns, stalls waiting to be cleaned yet again, and a bevy of horses clamoring for breakfast- I dare say that these are the days of our lives. Our company leaves soon only to be replaced by our son Josh's family from Arkansas/US Air Force. One visitor leads to the next- one foaling leads to more- one trailer comes another trailer leaves- and breeding/foaling season marches on.
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