List of things to "get back to"

Things I need to come back to and write about some day:

1. My fractured sacrum.
2. My river sanctuary.
3. Eagles and chickadees.
4. Naughty Ponies
5. Boarding Contracts
6. The price of hay
7. Hoe-ing Rows
8. Bass Fishing
9. Family Politics - in every sense of both words
10. Facebook changing the order of "who knows what and when" which can cause unintentional emotional train wrecks.
11. Loving Maine.
12. Being in love, in Maine.
skip this number b/c the kid at the feed store won't load that number of bags of shavings in the truck
14. 50th birthdays
15. "sometimes, the place shapes you."

Tonight though, I am drained. Running below empty with a carousel of client meetings (law and horse), a messy (hairy!) house, a horse show to prepare for, and a slew of social obligations most of which I know I will bail on, but have not found it in me yet to just say no to because I'd love to say yes. I over plan because I want to do it all, and sometimes I can.

G'night.
Farm Girl

Lick 'em while you got 'em

You know the old adage, "Don't go to the grocery store when you're hungry?" I think the same should apply to "Don't go to PetCo when you're riddled with guilt!" I dropped off the man-dog for his big day this morning and sat with him as the cocktail kicked in and his happy wiggle slowly turned into a drunken wobble. By this afternoon, HE will be...gender neutral. It has to happen, and there are many times when I've thought how much I'd look forward to this day a) when he is humping the cat b) when he is humping his dog bed c)...you get the idea..., but then I think about how cruel and unusual that thought process is! "Dog humps things and is annoying...can't wait to remove his balls!" In any case, he will be rid of his jewels and I will lavish upon him the heaps of unncessary toys, flips, and booty, including an engraved name tag as though today he became a real man ("do you want the $7 or the $9, ma'am?" "ohhh...I'll take the $9" guilty guilty guilty) I just purchased for no real reason at PetCo.

In other news, we've got SALAD! Last night marked the first night of greens from our very own garden. We have arugula coming out our ears, and I LOVE it! Today, I purchased some supplies for what I feel may be a summer of bountiful roughage - plastic baggies for sharing the leaf love, and, wonder-of-wonders, a salad spinner. I never really saw a reason for them before until the leaves came in from the outside complete with dirt, and I'm pretty sure I saw the cat mistaking the garden for a litter box....

AND! The 30 by 30 has finally started, and it has started because I am keeping the log of everything consumed like I threatened to do months ago. Amazing, really, as I am not being accountable to anybody but myself, but knowing that each thing I consume will be going IN WRITING makes me stop and think. That and some recent photos of which I was not too fond. Half a week in and 2.5 pounds down. Summer of roughage indeed.

Abbot loses his balls. I lose my bulge. We all are more content with the world at the end of the day.

TIME TO DO LEGAL WORK. And did I mention there are TEN HORSES AT HOME NOW?! I wish I had time to truly document this entire experience. Tomorrow morning at 8 am there will be 10 well-intentioned retirees showing up to plant the food pantry garden (including TT's mother), so I've decided to clean the house and bake scones and muffins tonight, finish with horse chores early, and not go to the law office tomorrow. I'll just be a regular June Cleaver and then get down in the dirt with them. If only I could win the lottery and donate my time all the time...

ACK - really...must...get...to...work.
Hasta later!
Farm Girl