I’m trying to find a new level of normal; over the past week I’ve devoted so much mental energy to where I’m supposed to be when I’m supposed to be there that I spend too much of my actual down time cocooning in self defense and not getting my own autumn chores done. Good thing I already have more than half a woodshed’s worth of firewood under roof or I’d be in trouble. I still need to finish mortaring up what’s left of that hole in Ian’s retaining wall before it gets too cold, and since it has turned a bit chilly at night here I have another D&L chore to schedule daily…
One thing you really really don’t want to do a few days after knee replacement surgery is get on your knees to sweep out a pellet stove. So I’ve been doing that, right after my 8:30 visit to clean up after horses. If, like today, I have to use the tractor to dispose of manure, that means I’m there for a solid hour rather than the quick in’n’out trips of the other visits.
Then this afternoon D has to go back to town for PT, and I’m hopefully going to pick up my repaired driveshaft, so there goes the afternoon.
Tobie was in an unusually tightly-wound mood this morning, he really wanted to run and play, and I was being a grumpy old man, and I had to damp down my temper before I blew my top at him for things that just aren’t his fault. We stopped for a visit to S&L at eight and I had to exile him back to the Jeep, because he was running around so energetically he was going to break something or hurt somebody. Embarrassing when your boy acts up in public, even when your boy is a big dog.
And goodness, has he grown. Y’know, you don’t see it when you’re with them all day every day. Here’s Tobie with his new harness in mid-June…
Yeah, shoulda named him Stretch. A year old, my ass: He probably wasn’t six months old. He’s been with me since late May and he’s still not marking territory, so the gods alone know how big he’ll end up. And he’s mostly a good boy, or at least good-hearted, but he will get into mischief.
Anyway – the water’s hot so I’ve got to wash dishes, then wait around half an hour till it’s time to go feed horses again.