(You'll hear the verse at 1:50 in the video. Hey, watching that again just made me feel better!)
March has seen my horse sidelined with an injury just before show season starts (I'm waiting for my husband to recheck him to know if I can start riding again); me sidelined (as much as a country girl can be sidelined; ha!) with an increasingly painful knee culminating in a wrenching stumble that put me on crutches for nearly a week; the arrival of the season's first lambs from a ewe who only has enough milk for one; a week of sleep deprivation, which set me up for the worst cold I've had in years/decades; and my first screening colonoscopy (oh joy). But this, too, shall pass, and the sunny side is there for the seeing. My screening results this morning were good so I don't have to do that again for ten years (and my low blood sugar headache has got to go away eventually – right?); Mr. Brownjeans got some attention while I was indisposed;
|not that he's terribly exciting at this point|
Benny made it through last night just fine without an o'dark thirty feeding (and ate better for Rick than he has for me!); my knee is feeling MUCH better; I have a half a case of Costco kleenex so I shouldn't run out; we get to help a 99-year-old friend celebrate his birthday this Saturday even if I have to wear a mask (I'm making German Chocolate Cake); and next week three girlfriends and I are going to see Menopause The Musical. Oh, and thanks to Laura and Sue who stopped by yesterday, I am far better prepared to handle any future lambie emergencies (thanks so much, ladies!). Using Benny, they showed me how to pass and use a feeding tube; I fretted about "torturing" him but it didn't seem to bother him at all. He's little Mr. Sunshine himself:
That's it for today from . . .