Sundry Sunday

At 4:30 a.m. one morning last week,
I awoke to a hard rain.
The dogs were in no hurry
to get out to do their business.

Much to my surprise,
by the time I left at 6:30,
this was my view as I
headed up the driveway.

This was snapped about 30 minutes later.

But it was all gone in about 3 hours,
and the rest of the day
showed no remnants of
the morning's freakish weather.

I headed to the farm yesterday
to visit Jaz and to see what
else was going on.
It was cold and windy.
I got down the road a few miles
and realized I forgot my boots,
which meant I had
to wear my Crocs —
not the warmest
or safest footwear.

Jaz was stalled,
wearing Nita's mare Keeley's blanket,
which is enormous on him.
I changed him out to
his own blanket and
noticed that in spite of the fact
that he felt warm,
he was trembling.

At first I thought he was shivering,
but it was ... different.
I mentioned it to Jason, and he said they
thought it was neurological,
a side effect of the strongyles.
It subsided after a few moments.

He still gets Bute every day.
When that doesn't ease his discomfort,
he gets a little Banamine.

More will be revealed when they
sonogram him again
the Monday after Christmas.

Although it was windy and cold,
it was a pretty, sunny day,
so after he stopped shaking,
I brought Jaz out and
hand grazed him for awhile.
Poor guy couldn't eat fast enough.

I had gloves, but they were
just wimpy knit ones.
I was frickin' freezing,
Mr. Bigglesworth!
Soon I couldn't feel my fingers
or my toes.

I left and swung by our local
Tractor Supply and bought these.
The leather is buttery soft
and they are lined with Thinsulate.

Today it's cold, gray,
and has been drizzling lightly.
Poco and Scorch seem perfectly content,
as they munch their hay
and pretend to graze.

It was a good day to stay inside,
make a nice pot
of turkey noodle soup ...

... and sit in front of the tube
with the Ratweasels at my feet ...

... and the Christmas tree
emitting a festive holiday glow.

Hope y'all have had a great weekend.