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what a morning!
Nov. 18th, 2003 11:44 amWhen I awoke this morning, we were in the midst of a torrential downpour. So I decided that I would get dressed, put on my oilskins, run out and feed, THEN come back in and get changed for work, make coffee and have breakfast.
So, by the time I was ensconced in my oil skins, the rain was swtiching to wet, mucky, slushy snow. Which is actually a bit better to work in, because it is less drenching, and the wind had died down., and it wasn't too cold. Anyhow, I got to the barn and saw that the stall door for the rams was open. Oops, I musn't have latched it right. Oh well -- no harm, no foul -- they could munch on hay, but there was little other trouble they could get into. THe 4 lamb rams were already back in the stall, and I scooted the white ram in with them. Then I look at the haypile, and there, all sanguine, stands hamish, our black ram. He is STUCK in the hay pile -- high-centered over a bale that has fallen, and also wedged in a bit. At least he was calm. I cut the bale he was high-centered over, and got as much of it as possible out of the way. And I manoeuvered him so he had solid hay bales under his front feet (which he was laying on), and solid ground under his back feet. But from there he still couldn't get out, even with me pushing. And he weighs twice what I do, so I couldn't lift him. I came and got David -- my neighbor and boss - -and he lifted Hamish clear. *Phew* Problem solved!
I then went about my usual morning chores -- it continued to wetly snow, but the snow was not sticking. Then one of Dad's friends shows up with a load of peat for us. R., Dad's friend, drove in his pickup truck, and another driver QUITE cute! brought the dumptruck and piggy back dump-trailer (ie: two full loads of dirt). Well, the driver started to back into field to dump load. Took out the gate post. Ooops. He felt bad, I waved it off, cuz what else can you do?
But the ground was soaking wet, and the field is clay, so of course, the truck got stuck. So we being the boys, with my permission. Dad has tried to teach me to operate, but it isn't so much my gig had to flare up the back-hoe, I went and got the tow chains, and we pulled the truck out with the backhoe, and he dumped the second load at the top of the driveway, off to the side. No harm no foul, but still makes for a busy morning. PLus, my mitts got soaked through. So I went and gave Hamish (the ram) his antibiotics, went into the house, changed, got COFFEE!! and waffles for breakfast, and came to work.
Where I started this post as the snow got heavier and started to stick. And where my boss and I just talked for close to an hour about the company's future and my opportunities with it, which has me all thinky now. And a bit twitchy -- but also a bit excited. Gotta sort out the damn diss -- too many opportunities are passing me by!
Anyhow, I should wrap this up, and do some actual editing. Meetings are fun and all, but not tres productive on the editing front.
Please keep my Mom and Dad in your thoughts -- they are driving back from Vancouver today, and it is snowing heavily -- I am frightened to think of the state of the passes....
So, by the time I was ensconced in my oil skins, the rain was swtiching to wet, mucky, slushy snow. Which is actually a bit better to work in, because it is less drenching, and the wind had died down., and it wasn't too cold. Anyhow, I got to the barn and saw that the stall door for the rams was open. Oops, I musn't have latched it right. Oh well -- no harm, no foul -- they could munch on hay, but there was little other trouble they could get into. THe 4 lamb rams were already back in the stall, and I scooted the white ram in with them. Then I look at the haypile, and there, all sanguine, stands hamish, our black ram. He is STUCK in the hay pile -- high-centered over a bale that has fallen, and also wedged in a bit. At least he was calm. I cut the bale he was high-centered over, and got as much of it as possible out of the way. And I manoeuvered him so he had solid hay bales under his front feet (which he was laying on), and solid ground under his back feet. But from there he still couldn't get out, even with me pushing. And he weighs twice what I do, so I couldn't lift him. I came and got David -- my neighbor and boss - -and he lifted Hamish clear. *Phew* Problem solved!
I then went about my usual morning chores -- it continued to wetly snow, but the snow was not sticking. Then one of Dad's friends shows up with a load of peat for us. R., Dad's friend, drove in his pickup truck, and another driver QUITE cute! brought the dumptruck and piggy back dump-trailer (ie: two full loads of dirt). Well, the driver started to back into field to dump load. Took out the gate post. Ooops. He felt bad, I waved it off, cuz what else can you do?
But the ground was soaking wet, and the field is clay, so of course, the truck got stuck. So we being the boys, with my permission. Dad has tried to teach me to operate, but it isn't so much my gig had to flare up the back-hoe, I went and got the tow chains, and we pulled the truck out with the backhoe, and he dumped the second load at the top of the driveway, off to the side. No harm no foul, but still makes for a busy morning. PLus, my mitts got soaked through. So I went and gave Hamish (the ram) his antibiotics, went into the house, changed, got COFFEE!! and waffles for breakfast, and came to work.
Where I started this post as the snow got heavier and started to stick. And where my boss and I just talked for close to an hour about the company's future and my opportunities with it, which has me all thinky now. And a bit twitchy -- but also a bit excited. Gotta sort out the damn diss -- too many opportunities are passing me by!
Anyhow, I should wrap this up, and do some actual editing. Meetings are fun and all, but not tres productive on the editing front.
Please keep my Mom and Dad in your thoughts -- they are driving back from Vancouver today, and it is snowing heavily -- I am frightened to think of the state of the passes....
