Ma'am, Sir Henry Has Arrived

"Ma'am, Sir Henry has arrived." "Why thank you Jeeves..." Henry has finally arrived. After his long, cross-state trip, Henry has finally made his way to our house. I took a lot of pictures and have learned one major thing:

My camera does NOT like working at night. It has a horrible time focusing. Working Man will probably buy me a new one because he got annoyed too. *Happy Dance* Ah, probably not. After all, how often do I shoot at night?...never.

Anyway, Henry. He arrived, safe and sound. He got one scrape on his butt (bum?) from the trip but (bum? Oh no, that really is supposed to be but) a little antiseptic ointment (Henry was NOT amused) and all was well. Better pictures will come tomorrow, but these are a start. See above for why there are not more/better photos.

And like a kid at Christmas, I couldn't wait to unwrap my gift, I just HAD to ride him. I was going to just jump on him bareback but Working Man, ever the protective one, insisted on saddling him..."just in case". I indulge him so (and I love it so...he'd never let anyone/anything hurt me).

Oh right, pictures.

The ears!!!


His eye, no joke, as big as my palm...seriously.


Poor boy was hungry! How is a 1600 pound mule to survive?!


Biiiiig boy. Haven't measured his height/weight yet. Maybe tomorrow.


He's big...and lumbering...I even said I was ready to get on my elephant now. He is that big...ok, maybe a little exaggeration on my part...but I think it's allowed here.


And you still think "elephant" was going too far?...That's what I thought.


I can speak for Working Man...and probably Henry too...neither of them were inebriated at the time this photo was taken. Just tired. It's been a long day for us all.

Time to collapse into bed with Working Man.

FFR

Adventures in Laundry Land

Every week, we do laundry. For the last two years I've discovered things being left in pockets...generally in the dryer. What? You thought I actually went through our pockets? Hahaha, definitely not. At any rate, being married to a working man means I find more than the usual coins in my dryer. I find things that REALLY don't belong in a dryer.

By far, the most expensive item found in the dryer. Yes, this is an old-school iPod mini. Still works though!


Found this one yesterday, this is Working Man's leftovers.


Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't found this in the dryer more. Working Man carries this in his pants at all times. Maybe that's why I haven't found it more often, Working Man doesn't leave it anywhere.


These are my own leaving. I gotta have my ear plugs or else I wake up for every movement of my dogs.


Not uncommon, who hasn't found change while doing the laundry?


One of the horse's bridle tags. Fell off while I was putting the bridle on and I never put it back on...and apparently I put it in my pocket...for the dryer...


Cash...of course. That's a happy find.


Receipts. Although Working Man is very good about giving me receipts for our budget, occasionally I put them in my pocket...and occasionally forget they are there...okay, so maybe it's more than occasionally.


Working Man has the ability to bend beer caps...then he puts them in his pockets.


More of Working Man's remnants.


Last but not least, the worst of the finds: hay. I find hay everywhere, all the time, everytime. Something about living on a ranch means we have hay in all of our clothing...this is what's left in the dryer, you don't even want to see how much gets caught in the lint trap!

What's the strangest thing you've found in your dryer?

FFR

The Geese

The geese are flying south for the winter. I'm glad their internal calendars are working...it's supposed to be 103 today.

This is not one of the geese flying south. This is one of our geese. He won't be going anywhere...He'll be here, in spite of the cold...with a frozen pond. Actually, the pond only freezes occasionally.

Monday...

Normally I love going back to work. Normally, I would have had a day off with lots of rest and maybe some chores. This weekend wasn't normally...I spent my Sunday either walking around or driving. I'm exhausted...this is my face this morning now that it's Monday and I didn't get my day off.

Please don't make me go. I wish to sleep.

Alas, I will go anyway because I will be sad if I don't catch up on the patients in hospital. I'm attached to some of them...

FFR

Nothing but...Butt

Tonight, under the light of the moon and the waning light of the sun, I rode my boy. It's been so long since I've done so. With nothing more than a bridle and my own butt, I jumped my boy several times. No pictures but Hubby was nice enough to get one with his phone before I left.

He was such a good boy...Oddly, I felt more comfortable jumping bareback than in a saddle. My butt protests though...strongly...and will probably protest for a few days. Ow.

FFR

Interesting Effect...

I've never managed this before, it's a most interesting effect. I didn't even intend to get it to happen this time even...it's like magic. It shimmers. It...is beyond description...but I'm really bad at these things. Instead, I'll let you decide how to describe this effect.

Do you see it? That shimmer thing...?


You don't have to tell me what it is, I'm aware it's the sun shining off the chrome...


But words fail to accurately describe the feeling of seeing this.

Elation: How amazing!

Confusion: How do I get this to occur again and with more clarity?

Speechlessness: How do I explain this to someone without them seeing it?

And I have no answers to these questions. In fact, thinking about them for so long has made my head hurt and now I want to sleep...not even to dream. For who knows, these shimmering reflections may appear in my dreams.

Causing elation...confusion...and speechlessness. But then, how would you know? I would be speechless so I wouldn't be able to tell you. I'd just be bottled up with those feelings...forever...and ever...

Lamb Chop anyone? "This is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it not knowing what it was and they'll be singing it forever just because...this is the song that never ends..."

I'll stop there...but now it's stuck in my head, and I hope I've gotten it stuck in yours too...in the most loving way of course.

FFR

My Love Affair...

I must confess...I have a love affair with railroad tracks. It's a disease I tell you. An ill-understood, under-controlled disease. No one can explain it, not even me, but let me tell you...all of these are different railroad tracks...all taken on the same day. I told you, it's a disease. Join me won't you?

*Sigh* Aren't they fantastic? I love all photos including these things...especially wedding and engagement photos. They make my heart pitter patter...

Ah well, enjoy my obsession. I have many more obsessions to share.

FFR

Sunday's Random Ride

On Sunday, Hubby, me, FIL D, MIL J, Aunt J and Uncle G all took a ride out to a small little town about an hour and a half from here. We just wanted to ride the bikes and have a good time and explore one of those small towns tv shows and movies are obsessed with. The one where everyone knows everyone (this was totally one of those...they had funeral notices on the light posts letting everyone know when the memorials would be and inviting everyone in the town...) and knows everything about you. Anyway, we just so happened to run into a car show and chili and salsa contest. Random much?

Some cool cars for you:

These flames were cool...


But these looked real!


Beach Boys anyone?

It was a fun day...but my butt hurt. TMI? Sorry. It did though. Seriously. Anyway...

End.

Seriously, I'm done now.

FFR

The end of summer...

I know it's coming the end of summer. Know how I know? Of course not, you don't live in my head. I know not because it's getting colder, not because we're starting to see clouds...no, I know because of these:

At the beginning of summer (once these have grown) the sunflowers look like this.

As summer wears on:


The sunflowers droop and have been scorched by the hot summer sun. They are now in the drying process for oil.

And at the end of summer:


The sunflowers are now very dry. They still stand straight up which is just amazing, but they are dry. Soon they will be chopped and hauled away.

Never mind the fact that the last two photos were taken today...that's no matter. Obviously, the one field of flowers was transmitted to my camera from a month ago. I mean, duh.

And now, for something completely different.

Crapple? Crappie? According to my ultra-sophisticated hubby, it's actually pronounced "croppy" and spelled "crappie". I'm sorry, but in my unsophisticated mind...it's crappy. And there is no way I am fishing for that. Nor paying to fish for it. If I want it, I have a septic system.

End.

FFR

Cousin D's Son, DJ

Yet, another kid who is too fun for words. Hubby loves to mess with DJ but DJ usually gets scared of him. Poor Hubby.

DJ took his job very seriously.


He was one of many water boys.










He's rather high energy.


I don't have the energy to keep up with him. That's what telephoto lenses are for.

Seriously.

Sitting comfortably,
FFR

Happy Days

Happy days are here again. Look at these pictures of the sunset last night! I was so mad at myself for not having my camera to capture them but I managed to race home, grab it, and still get the pictures. B-e-a-utiful! The temperature dropped significantly yesterday and last night and today, it's cloudy all over and I expect some rain to fall. Your host is thrilled beyond comparison.

Plus, I can almost breathe like a normal human being. Remind me never to get sick again. It's the pits. Fortunately, I have only been sick for a few days. Just Sunday until yesterday and I still went in to work. Sunday was the only day I felt sick, every other day I just looked and sounded sick. Anyway, I digress. Enjoy the pretty pictures, ignore the sick host with the foggy brain. She doesn't know what she's babbling about.

Oh happy day,

FFR