It was a monumental and tasty day for the horses yesterday.
After making sure their bellies were filled with breakfast hay, I turned them out to pasture for the first time this year.
I expected to see a flashy show with them dashing and bucking across the field with excitement.
Apparently, in their minds, that demonstrative behavior was "so yesterday."
They each simply walked through the gate, found a spot and started eating, hardly moving from their respective areas inside the gate.
They went to pasture twice because when the year begins, it's dangerous to let them eat too much fresh grass at once.
So, a trip in the morning and a trip in the afternoon meant 12 trips for me, leading them to the gate.
Happily by the time they're eating in the pastures further down the lane, I won't have to take them back and forth so many times.
🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎
Yesterday I saw a photo on Facebook of a Buck knife someone had lost and that someone had found. Upon reading where the knife was found, I knew it wasn't my Buck knife.
Bill gave me the knife for Christmas several years ago. I carried it in my pocket constantly except for when we would go to the airport.
I loved the knife because of its ease in opening the blade. That's especially nice when feeding and cutting twine on bales of hay.
One day more than a year ago my knife went missing. (I hate that term which arose clear back from the days when Ashleigh Banfield kept using it on MSNBC. In my mind, people don't always "go missing." Sometimes they are just missing through no fault of their own).
Anyway, more than a year ago, my Buck knife decided to come into the era of "going missing." I looked all around the place and retraced my stops in town, calling stores and asking if my knife had been turned in to Lost and Found.
No luck and eventually I purchased a Swiss knife with a gift card Bill had given me.
He keeps telling me about all the tools on the knife, but I have yet to use more than two blades for cutting twine. Even though it's the Cadillac of pocket knives, it's still a lot harder to open a blade.
Half the time I pull open one of those other tools Bill keeps telling me about.
But once I have a blade, it cuts so I've been using it faithfully while doing chores.
Life in the knife department changed for me dramatically this morning in very much a cause-and-effect way.
The jeans I'm wearing have weird pockets---long rather than deep. So, I have to stuff everything in each pocket and aim it toward the zipper.
It's a pain cuz often the stuff falls out, and I think, "It's time to change these jeans and wear some with better pockets."
This morning while I was finishing up some physical therapy exercises on a bed not far from my computer, I got up and my lipstick case launched from my pocket, crashing to the floor.
When the case fell, the top fell off and disappeared.
"Hmmm," I thought, reasoning that the top must be under the piece of furniture that doubles for table space and storage. It's located between the bed and my computer desk.
When I reached underneath, my fingers felt something that did not feel like a lipstick top.
I pulled the something, along with a lot of dirt fuzzies, from underneath the piece of furniture.
THERE WAS MY BUCK KNIFE!
It had been lying on the floor just out of sight no more than two feet from me all these months. Since the table never gets moved, there was a garden of dirt fuzzies and other unknowns underneath it.
Many fuzzies have been removed because when I found my knife, I could not find my lipstick top while sweeping to see if I could lure it out from beneath the piece of furniture.
Turns out the top had fallen just under the bed, so I found it much sooner than I had found the knife.
So this morning I finally know where the Buck stopped and now it has stopped in my bad pockets.
Time to change my jeans for better pockets and avoid such losses in the future.
For now, I'm really happy to have my Buck knife back.
Speaking of Bulldogs, Bill and I as Bulldog basketball fans are really happy to see that one of Willie's seniors won her second State Championship this past weekend.
She already had a team championship under her belt when the Bulldog ladies took the first-ever State honors for Sandpoint basketball two years ago.
from Bonner County Daily Bee
Congratulations to Jetta Thaete for setting some records in the javelin along with winning the State Championship.
It's a great story because Jetta even has a national ranking in the individual sport.
Check out the her story and that of other area state winners in the following link.
My lettuce and cucumbers are blending into a salad out in the green house.
The rain and I were running competitions yesterday. I'd mow some lawn. Then, the rain would come.
I'd quit mowing lawn, and a few minutes later, the rain would stop.
I'd go out to mow some more lawn and along came more rain.
I did manage to get a couple of sections mowed in between showers.
It's supposed to be nice today with maybe a slight shower. So, more mowing and garden work.
Happy Tuesday.
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