Finding my way...

I ended up driving to Salem, OR by myself. My son bailed on the trip, and Mike was sick. I caught up with my brother on the road just east of Portland and we made it to the chapel an hour early.

There was a lot of scripture read that supported my gramma's beliefs, but I would have rather heard stories about gramma from others' perspective. I spent several hours with family, which was nice, though I would have loved it to have been under better circumstances.

Gramma is survived by 2 sons, 5 grand-children, 4 great-grandchildren, and 2 great-great grandchildren. Before grampa died, we were able to get a picture of the 5 generations. All I have to do now if figure out who has the picture and get a print made.

It started raining... no POURING, just east of Portland and it rained the whole way down and back. That's fine because it suited my mood... grey and gloomy. My brother rode back with me and helped to keep me awake. I was exhausted by the time I got back, so I just went to bed.

This morning, Mya was laying down when I went out to feed and hadn't touched her hay from last night. She nickered at me, but didn't want to get up. Once I did get her up, she started pacing, and rolling, and turning her lip up. My first thought was that she was colicing. I finished feeding and called the vet - this mare has had colic surgery in the past.

The vet came out and watched her for a few minutes. She did a rectal exam on her and pulled some poo out. It was REALLY dark - which led the vet to think that perhaps Mya has colonic ulcers that are bleeding. But her gut sounds were normal, and the vet didn't feel any impaction. There was very little sand in the poo, which was a good sign. Mya got some banamine, and oil and water pumped into her stomach, and I get to spend the day watching her.

Right now, she is standing quietly and looking miserable, but hasn't rolled or looked around at her tummy in an hour. We'll assume that everything is ok unless I repost on that subject.

The wind is howling now and I had to feed Foxy and Chili in feed bags. Chili has figured it out, but Foxy is completely baffled by the whole hay in a bag thing. She chewed me out when I hung the bag and walked away without throwing hay on the ground. I had to giggle at her... she is such a sweet mare!

Bullwinkle is growing...AGAIN! He was standing with his front feet on the mat, and his back feet on the dirt, which was two inches lower than the mat, and his back was perfectly level. That tells me that he is butt-high and that means he is growing, again. I will already need a ladder to get on him! He can stop any time!

Tuesday night, I was shoveling sand out of the back of the truck and caught my toe on the cable that connects to the tailgate. I executed an exquisite half-gainer with a twist! Unfortunately, I didn't nail the landing. I bounced off the barn door and landed on my back. I am walking better now, but there are times when I need to lay down and relax my back. So stalls stay dirty for a while, until I feel up to cleaning them.

The horses are all muddy and mucking and looking like fat little mud monkeys. I figure eventually, they'll be clean again. With the wind, the mud is thick, but is drying out. It is January 16th and it's 60 degrees out there. Grey, overcast, blustery, and 60 degrees! I'm ok with that. Perfect for a nap!