…asking if she needed anything while D is laid up. L is a strong, smart, proud woman but she’s also in a hummingbird’s weight class and (like D) has had serious illness and injuries in the past couple of years. She’s more likely to accept help from me than anyone else, I think, but I really expected her to reply with a polite refusal.
Instead she sent me a list. 😀 Because what she also is, above all really, is orderly – and just because her life is falling apart is no reason for the homestead to do so. So Tobie got a Jeep ride this morning, and I helped her fuel the tractor (and they had worked out this elaborate procedure for raising a 5-gallon jug to the height of the filler tube which told me that D hasn’t actually been able to pick one up for years, probably.) Then she wanted to turn on the water system’s heat tapes, which involves removing a big heavy steel lid from the pump vault and that really is a two-person job.
And last, she wanted help fixing some trim on the horse trailer, which hasn’t moved in a while but will be needed in a couple of weeks because D&L really are fostering out their horses. Arrangements have already been made, quite to my surprise. It has to wait because (get this) one of the two people who run the adoption outfit fell off a horse and is recovering from injuries.
How did our ancestors even survive the age of horse power? The first introduction of alternative transport modes must have come as a huge relief to a lot of people.