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9 September ~2008
There were a lot of people at Horse Rescue on Saturday, getting ready for the open house that was on Sunday. On the board of to do items was 'drag all pastures,' and I asked Debbie the barn manager which vehicle she suggested I use - The Blue and White Ford or the John Deere.Ben and Maggie took turns riding with me in the Blue Ford. Maggie feels big and tough when we go by the horses, and just like the Bison in Yellowstone, she lets them know that the Boss is driving by, and they better stay out of her way, or else. The threat of 'or else' goes away when the truck stops and she can get out.
Ben watches for prairie dogs and rabbits as we go around the pastures, which is exciting stuff for a border collie. Once I stopped and let him chase a rabbit that I saw run into some thick lambsquarters (a chenopod weed that the horses don't eat).
After I finished the Gerry pasture, and started into the Mare's pasture I noticed the starter turned over sluggishly. I made a note to myself to keep the truck running when I went through the next gate.
About a half hour later I stopped and got out to check to see if the plow was still laying relatively flat. When I got back in the Blue Ford I remembered my note to self to keep it running. It's better to remember something like that before you turn off the ignition.
It turned over slowly, slower, then click, click, click, nothing.
The rest of my time was spent getting another truck and pulling the plow out, then trying to jumpstart the battery with no success. ( I think the solenoid on the starter is bad.)
I got some chains and ropes and rigged up a tow for the Blue Truck. Debbie steered while I pulled it out of the pasture and back to the east of the barn.
Things just don't always go as you had envisioned, do they? At least towing the truck out of the pasture was uneventful, without ramming into any gates.
After that I went to lunch with Mom and then home to take a nap and get ready for dancing on Saturday Night.
I stayed until after midnight, and had a real good time, although I have to say I enjoyed standing at the back and listening to the music sometimes as much as the dancing.
I have realized that I need to accept the fact that I get depressed now and again, rather than fight against it. It's kind of relief to come to that understanding.
I am not going to dwell on it, but I have probably got a few reasons to be down in the dumps once in a while. Thing just happen that you didn't plan for - it's all part of this long life, isnt it?
Accept them and hang on and do the best you can. (talking to myself here).
And there is always Ben and Maggie to cheer me up.
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