We had a narrow escape with our 2015 taxes. When I went to do this year's, I looked everywhere for last year's forms. When we had the Flood several months ago, the boxes with all the taxes 2000 - 2015 were soaked. Still, each year was in a plastic envelope and none of them were too wet. What happened, tho, is that they got stuck wherever there was space and carried upstairs. When we put things back downstairs, the boxes that held the taxes originally were a soggy mess, and so the envelopes went into another box. Unlabeled. When i found the box, all of them were there, EXCEPT the 2015 ones. To make a long story short, we found them at R's office, along with a lot of office-y supplies that we gave to a third grade teacher for her classes. No one wanted the three ring binders, and R was moving them out when she rooted around to the bottom, and there was a big plastic envelope with "Taxes 2015" written on it. Also was a folder with credit card information, including one form that had our credit card account no., credit limit, my SSN, and the PIN on it. Geez, talk about lucky. Everything was untouched because the water stains on the papers had stuck them together, a little, and they were still stuck, no one had found them. Thank my lucky stars. I need a bigger safe deposit box, I think. Or a bookkeeper on retainer.
The farrier came today to trim the horse's hooves, an every-8-week job. I pay whatever he wants, because most farriers would rather do a whole stable full of horses, one after the other, than just come out for a single horse. We did a swap, tho, he wanted our gas powered auger, and in exchange he would do the next two trims for free. The post hole digger was just sitting in the shed gathering dust, and there is no way I will ever put another fence up. The last time it was used was to set the mailbox out. We put up two fences, first with locust tree posts (they rotted off in a few years) and then with pressure treated 4 x 4's set in concrete. Those are still going strong, except for one the idiot horse has gnawed through. Anybody want her? She is 24 years old, stubborn as a mule, with the temperament of a Tasmanian devil, and has not been ridden in years. I'm way too fond of my bones just the way they are, thanks. She lives a life of leisure, fed hay year round, hay and grain twice a day, hooves done, stall cleaned, turned out in nice weather, blanketed in cold weather, wormed, vaccinated, vet to look at every little boo-boo, fans in the stall for hot weather, heated water bucket for winter time, automatic fly sprayer etc. etc. The lady who does my nails says she wants to come to my barn to live. I had a therapist who would chide me (gently) for not riding more (when we had 3 beasts) until I pointed out the care they get for doing absolutely nothing. Do you think she misses being ridden?
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