Thursday, June 7, 2012
Close to Nowhere
• As much as we loved Donkee, we had to find him a new home.
The sweet, gentle baby donkey who’d come to live with us had turned into a teenage donkey! Having him neutered seemed like a good idea, as a stud donkey is just not any fun at all.
The older horses didn’t appreciate having a teenager around either. He was driving them crazy -- making them run up and down the hill and having temper fits with them. He also had turned into an escape artist.
Does this sound like any teenager you’ve ever known? Sounds just like the teenagers at the house next door to ours. I think though, that we’re going to keep the teenage girls a while to see if they grow out of it.
Donkee, on the other hand, has gone to live with some friends of ours, Bill and Diane Snow, in Waterford.
• Daughter Dana has certainly had her week of trial and tribulation. With Memorial Day off and working the early part of the previous week, she had nearly a week off. She jinxed herself though, saying that they were going to be amazed at work when she came back all in one piece after being off several days in a row. She said they always expected her to come back in at least one cast -- a body cast.
She did OK until she changed some light bulbs for me at my house. First -- she said, “These don’t break if you drop them.”
Of course, she dropped one and, of course, it broke, shattering all over the kitchen floor. I could hardly clean it up for laughing.
Then, some of her new chickens had gone down into a ditch and when the last one came home to the coop to roost, she was trying to come in through the back and couldn’t (duh) make it.
Dana looked over while attempting to walk across her porch and saw the chicken make it into the coop finally. She was so happy she walked closer to look and stepped off the side of her porch -- about two and a half feet down.
She had an awful bruise on her thigh, a badly scraped ankle and various sorenesses around her neck and ribs.
Sunday evening, walking from her house onto my carport, limping, her shoe hung and she crashed onto the concrete. Tore her pajama pant leg, her knee, her elbow and skinned her hands.
She felt pretty sorry for herself Memorial Day.
Naturally, the horses all got out and our very nice neighbor called to let us know they were in her front yard.
Riding the 4-wheeler rounding up the horses did not make her happy.
She left work early last Tuesday. I think they were scared for her to be there.
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