Just when I was worried I was running out of things to journal about………………

#Life happens.

 

 

 

This would all go under the residual-Hurricane-Irma-effect.  Because it’s hard to electrify a fence when it’s mostly under-water.

But where to start………?  All the goats in the front yard?             Nope……………..

This afternoon my daughter was trying to get ready for a really nice evening with her boyfriend at the orchestra.  I was doing the monthly shopping at our local WalMart……………..but, because I’m apparently deaf and apparently insensitive to vibrations too…………….I missed all her phone messages.

In the cooking oil aisle, I was going to call home to see if we needed more “Spry” (?)-(remember that one?), or Crisco…………or the generic equivalent (even though Crisco is in the “never-buy-generic” category along with Clorox and Breakstone Sour Cream—–because it’s so rich/creamy/& tasty)-(See “Housework &/Or Dust Drowning” post/published August 14, 2017)……….(the sour cream is tasty, not the Clorox or the Spry).WalWhoops!  I Digressed, didn’t I?

Back at the Ranch:————So, my older daughter’s message**********NOT SO GOOD**********the stallion was out…………………….!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Augh!

*****Fast up-date.  No broken bones/yet…..Fences still holding/kind of…..Daughter not hurt/Thank God!…..Stallion (Brave)/running amok.

Fast up-date #2.  Still no one broken/yet…..Fencing/being taken down…..Daughter still not hurt/Thank God!…..Situation/worse.

This Walmart shopper double-clutched, laid rubber and headed towards the check-out.

AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!

“Check-out chit chat” while scanning and bagging never seemed so idiotic and trivial.  And the MUZAK has never been so scream-able.  I just wanted to tie yellow ribbons around everyone’s necks with my macrame-learned-background-hangman’s-noose.  And why would I possibly care what the candy man can and cannot do?*********************I desperately needed “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” for my over-drive inspiration.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This old broad made tracks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was color-blind to traffic lights.  It’s amazing how you can almost get a one-ton, dually air-borne when necessary.  I think I took out a couple soccer mom’s and at least one eco-colored Prius…………..She’s a good truck.

True to form, I screeched through the front gate…………………and all the wild-stud-mayham was over.  (Yay, sigh, Yay)  My daughter was vertical and unscathed and had the situation well under control & in hand.  Brave was confused/forlorn/vocal/& contained.

We have fence repair added onto the “To Do” list………………after a trip to the sawmill……………sigh……………..(See Photo Evidence #1 & #2 for draft horse effect on galvanized metal…………………….you can imagine what was done to the wood fencing)…………….sigh.

Daughter was checked over from top to bottom.  No harm/no foul. Phew!

Could you have imagined what our icky-neighbors would have done with this one?  Because, when it comes to stallions, Brave ain’t no spindly Mason!!!

Brave is a 18+++ hand behemoth.  Well over one ton.  He would have flattened the stupid-urbanic, happy-meals-for-neighbors!

And besides…………………

We were here first!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  (And I know, it still sounds immature…even to me.)

My daughter told me that while she was running and throwing herself in front of Brave (apparently he jumped the alfalfa block while it was lifted on the tractor’s fork-lift………….hmmmmm……….good hunter-jumper babies……….hmmmmm—–just thinking……….I’ll have to relay this to our horse trainer, Mary Constance.)……….And while she was “discouraging” him over the head with the hilt-end of the lunge-whip……….And while he was striking down board after board of the fencing…………………..her only thought was————–Damn, Mom’s going to blog about this.  Damn!

She made me promise not to……….

And, so————Disclaimer———–I lied.