Monday! And the water run has been moved to Friday, which means I blissfully have no social obligations whatsoever. After morning chores and walkie I bag up some ammo, put in my earplugs and go for a sort of walking target practice. Come home and it’s time for what passes in my life for zen meditation…
…communing with the m69’s inner workings amid the scent of Ballistol.
Took my phone out of my bag to find I had a text message from D&L: We’re stuck in (the biggish town about 35 miles away) trying to get D’s knee x-rayed, could you do the horses’ lunch?
Oy – that’s why I always walk around with this dorky thing sticking out of my ear…
…specifically so I don’t miss calls like that. My role as neighborhood handyman has dwindled to only a couple of customers in the past several years but I do try to stay available to them if only because they’re all substantially older than I am and when they need help they may need it right f’ing now.
But in this case it was only horses’ lunch and there were still a couple of hours before it was due so no harm done. Tobie and I drove over at about 11:30…
…fed the boys…
…cleaned up the corrals…
…and I was just weighing out feed for their supper when D&L made it back, having apparently gotten tired of sitting around waiting their turn and cancelling the whole thing. So Tobie got a twofer: Not only a Jeep ride, which doesn’t happen every day, but attention from friendly neighbors which almost never happens. Best day ever. Tobie’s an Anatolian mix and Anatolian Shepherds are reputed to be dubious about non-family humans – but whatever that ancestor bred with to produce Tobie seems never to have heard of that trait. Tobie LOVES new people. Friendly as a Golden, to the point where I suspect that may be his other genetic half.
Call yourself lucky, as I have them in both ears. A lot of times I have to read there lips and sort it out what they are saying. As to weapons, I have a gun safe full of them. That is the plus, that we
live in the U.S.A.