Last night was Halloween, but we didn't pass out candy this year. I don't think it is a good time for going door-to-door for the kids, or me for having 10 or 12 kids coming here. Maybe next year, we shall see if we have a police state by then. We had all the outdoor lights and the inside lights on the door side turned off, but we still had a couple of kids at the doorbell. Today would have been better, the wind blowing but the sun shining for several hours. But horrors! today is Sunday, a conflict for pagan religions.
I got the bound book of the last 4 years of my blog, 2016 to 2020, today. It is volume 4 of my blog, and very nicely printed on smooth heavy paper with a cover of a photo of my silver show saddle. I hope whoever bought the saddle is happy and uses it as it should have been used all along. I put a photo of it on the blog date of Nov 06, 2019 if you want to see what it looks like now that it is clean and polished. C did the polishing, silver lacing is the pits to work on, but it looks great. Not much point in having this expensive saddle unused because there are no horses here, now. And I am too old to start with a new horse, not when I can't walk without my walker. It takes so much money to feed (hay and grain), vet (my last charge was $300 to remove a wart-like knob in the ear of Maybe), shoer (every 8 weeks, and I kept them barefoot, it would have been much much higher if they wore shoes), wood shavings for the stalls ($6 a bale, takes 4 bales to bed a stall down); and all that doesn't include the price of the barn, the fencing with cattle panels and pressure treated posts, electric fencing, the electricity to heat the water buckets, or fans to cool them in the summer, getting someone to haul away the manure, three horses make a lot of s**t, three stalls with rubber mats (all in one piece, whew!) fly spray dispenser and refills, liability insurance. And lots and lots of work. When I first started with horses I was 24; I am 69 now... The last time I was thrown off (a scary looking piece of plastic, don't you know) I laid there as Willie galloped away back to the front lawn and thought, damn, I'm too old for this. Scared N and our neighbors half to death when Willie came back riderless. The next day I couldn't raise my right arm. Too old.
Well, that's it for this post, the nail lady just left after doing my nails, so I am going for a nap before dinner. All of you take care and especially, VOTE. Even if it is for that philandering, lying, stealing, made our country look like idiots,....wait a minute, if you haven't voted yet, don't.
Bye!
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