Showing posts from March, 2014

In which the answer is twenty five days, if anybody's counting

If you weren't on Facebook this afternoon,  you still maybe heard the gasps from non-horse people  and the cheering (and face/palms) from the Usual Suspects.

I didn't show up at Fish Creek today planning to ride.  
Actually, I was just there yesterday, hanging out with Patty and Monica (and Connor) and photosynthesizing some extra spoons

And then, today, my friend Susan was supposed to take a riding lesson.

Only that didn't quite happen, so she and Duana and I ended up messing around rather extensively with Hana.

And then....well, Hana was all tacked up....and Duana's helmet fits me just fine...

...and it's not like I've never ridden this pony before!

And I was never going to "just walk" anyhow.

How was it?
I'll tell ya:
It was painless.
And how am I now?
Much, much happier.

In which water plus dirt can be a bad thing but WE ARE ALL FINE HERE

Usually, when rain combines with dirt, the result is mud.

But sometimes, the two combine to make a genuine, large-scale disaster.

That's what happened not far from Haiku Farm on Saturday morning.

IMPORTANT SPOILER: WE ARE ALL FINE!  The people and animals of Haiku Farm, the farm itself,  and all of the Usual Suspects are safe and sound on high ground.

But not everybody was that lucky.  It's taken me a couple of days to gather data, and I still haven't wrapped my head around it, and the number of missing persons continues to grow.  Here's what happened:

Around 11am on Saturday morning, a massive mudslide let loose on the north side of the north fork of the Stillaguamish River near the town of Oso.  The mud slid across the river, blocking it completely...and came to rest on top of a housing development on the south side of the river bend. There were about 50 houses, mobile homes, and live-aboard RV's in that neighborhood, about half of which were occupied full-time.

And t…

In which the virtues and limitations of spoons are explored (plus: poem!)

Roo is a spoon.

We discovered early in our lives with Roo that she isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer...she is, in fact, a spoon.

Being a spoon is perfectly fine with Roo.  She's a happy spoon--a spoon that doesn't have to worry about much, a spoon that is secure in her place in our home and a spoon who is happy to know that she's perfectly capable of doing everything we ask her to do. Whether it's barking at crows or walking slowly alongside somebody who doesn't walk very fast right now, Roo is the spoon for the job.

Also, there's something wonderful about the word "spoon."

It's one of those words that is fun to say:  Spoon.  Spoon.  Spoon.

It turns out that, in the world of people who are chronically ill or undergoing extreme physical stress (like chemotherapy), the word "spoon" has a connotation that the rest of the world doesn't really know about.

You can read the original "spoon" essay by Christine Miserandino…

In which this post has some flowers but mostly horses (as I promised)

In my last post, I promised a break from the medical (non-) drama that currently focuses my life, and that's what this post is all about.

(one-sentence update on the hip replacement:  I'm two weeks out from surgery, walking with decreased limp and decreased pain and decreased meds, but not riding yet because I'm not completely stupid, although sometimes that is debatable.)

Let's start with the flowers, because that part will be brief.  It's MARCH, fer cryin' out loud--although we had a sunbreak  today, it only lasted about 20 minutes, which isn't much inspiration for photosynthesis.

Here in the Swampland, our first "spring flowers" look like escapees from the movie set of Jurassic Park--mostly horsetail and skunk cabbage (aka Swamp Tulips).  It's even a little bit early for those, although I have seen some sprouting up in the marshland beside our road.  This is the first springtime in several decades I haven't documented their emergence fr…

In which recovery from hip surgery is described in detail

If you're the squeamish-about-human-body-stuff kind of reader, stop reading now, and catch up with the narrative on the next post, okay?   
Next post will have flowers and ponies and stuff, I promise.   'Bye now!

For the rest of y'all:
It's come to my attention that I'm not the only person in the world who needed/needs a total hip replacement...and not only that, I'm not the only equestrian in that situation.  
So, for folks facing the situation, as well as for folks who have to live with the ongoing whining of friends and family facing the situation, here's my account of the recovery process so far.  
This post focuses on stuff I was told, stuff they forgot to tell me, and stuff they told me and I didn't believe--it's all here, plus updates for my friends and family who are curious but too polite to ask.
Not pretty, some of it.  But, hopefully, useful.
First stop:  The hip replacement recovery medicine cabinet.
Party Central, amiright?

Writing everyth…