The title refers to the sound our boots make when we are en route to the barn. At least the mud isn't sucking them off.
Second cataract removal was a success. At first I found the left one was crystal sharp at 6 feet and over; and the right one gave me good close vision. But, as they healed, I see everything as a blur. I got a new pair of glasses last week, and they make it really hard to see my feet (like on the stairs) I have already fallen on the stairs before the surgeries . And I had hoped to be able to see clearly without glasses at all. Rats.
I have been to see the psych doctor and she has tweaked my meds yet again. A new one, in addition to the 4 antidepressants I already take. And she wants me to take my bedtime meds at dinner time instead of bedtime. This is aimed at getting me to awaken in the morning and not go back to bed after eating breakfast. I usually get up around 2 pm. Good thing I don't work now, isn't it?
The horses are doing fine staying outside. We put them in the barn the night before the shoer came, and had them on butazolidan (sp?) for the week before, so Willie would be more comfortable when his hind hooves were trimmed. It worked great, even though we had to mix it with maple syrup. Usually molasses is used, but Willie turned his nose up at that, and the same with applesauce; if the syrup hadn't worked I would have been forced to grind the tablet, mix it with applesauce and put it in a 60 ml syringe with an irrigation point, and force feed it to him. Not a pretty picture, me with applesauce everywhere and realizing just how tall horses are when they raise their heads to the ceiling. Stepladder?
Anyway, that is done for the next 8 weeks.
Onwards, here is the sticker for the day: "So when is this "old enough to know better" supposed to kick in?"