|David was released by his doctor to go back to work.... part time. He worked 4 hours yesterday and it just about did him in. He said he just doesn't know how he is going to do it. He works another 4 hours today then has two days off before going back in full time.
If he can't do it, he is going to look into the short and long term disability insurance he has. The least little thing just wears him out to the point where he has to get off his feet before he collapses. He thought this mild stroke thing was just a farce, but he is finding out that it was more serious than he thought. He may have to take more time off until his body recovers and gains strength.
It's nice having Ricky living with us. He has been such a tremendous help around the farm. We got the back field fenced in for the goats and they are gorging themselves on all the blackberry bushes and other brush out there. Goats are browsers, not grazers. They will graze on some grass, but their main meal course consist of brush.
We also have the holes dug and trees cut so we can get the front pasture fenced in. We would have had all the holes dug except in his exuberance, Ricky broke the handle on the post hole digger. We also have had rain just about every day for the past week. That puts a hamper on things. Today, he and I will get back out in the woods and cut some more fence post. We have a lot of thinner, tall trees that make excellent post. We will use them for now, and then reinforce them with steel 'T' post as we have the money to buy them.
Our horse herd has increased. Our next door neighbor offered us his Quarter Horse stallion. He is a 5 year old palomino, or to be more exact, a dunalino. I won't try to explain that to those who aren't real horse knowledgeable, it's just a color genetic thing. He is exceptionally well bred, his bloodline going back to the famous cutting horse "Cutter Bill" three times and back to "Hard Twist" twice. In fact, his registered name is "A Triple Cutter Bill", Billie for short.
We am bringing our Quarter Horse mare over here Friday to throw out with him. They should produce a real nice foal, which will be for sale. I wish I had another nice mare to breed to him. Our Morgan mare would cross real nice with him and should produce a pretty foal, but it would be just a grade horse; meaning not being able to register it with a breed registry. With the economy the way it is, grade horses are not selling and a lot of them are going to the brokers (meat man) because people just can't afford to feed them. We don't want to put a foal on the ground knowing that this may be it's fate in the future. If we could guarantee a loving, forever lasting home, then we would do it.
Even having a registered foal doesn't guarantee anything, but if people are willing to pay decent money for a horse, they will usually take good care of it. If we can sell a couple of foals a year, that will pay for the feed bill.
I don't have any good pictures of Billie, just a few I took during the ice storm we had this past winter. When he sheds out and is cleaned up, I will try to get a better picture.
Our broodmares can do double duty. Not only can they produce nice foals that we can sell, but we can use them as lesson horses when we get set up in the future. That way, they are contributing to their upkeep by giving kids a chance to learn to ride and care for horses.
Our two ankle biting dogs are getting along great. For any new readers out there, Booker is a Chiweenie, a cross between a chihuahua and a dachshund. I found him sitting on the side of the highway last winter. He was about 5 weeks old and just about frozen to death. Sadie looks to be a Jack Russell cross and is approximately 5 months old. My sister found her wandering in the middle of the road, cars swerving to miss hitting her. She was skinny and full of ticks. I bet we picked over 100 ticks off of her. She was anemic from the blood loss due to the ticks feasting on her.
On the human front, everyone is doing ok. My sister made her last trip to St. Louis for her chemo treatment. She has to go back in a month for some test, and is hoping that everything will look good.
David is enjoying having Ricky here with us. Just not having to worry about him is somewhat of a relief. We went 5 months without hearing from him and having no way to contact him, and David was really concerned.
Ricky has an appointment tomorrow with the Missouri Job Corp and is hoping to get accepted. It's only about an hour away and they offer so much to those who qualify for their program. If Ricky can get in, he will live on campus, get paid a stipend every two weeks, have all medical, dental and vision care taken care of, get his high school diploma and also get to pick a trade to go into. They offer all sorts of job training from large equipment handling to landscaping, electronics, welding.... etc.
Once a student graduates, they help with your first job placement. Ricky is really excited and anxious to get to the interview tomorrow.
My son Richard, will be operated on May 12th for his esophageal cancer. I will be flying up to Washington on the 19th to be there when he comes home, to help Lindsey take care of him, the baby and the house. I will be back home on June 4th. He finished all his chemo and radiation and the doctor thinks everything will be great. The only thing they are worried about is that one of his lymph nodes in his neck is swollen and they will do a biopsy on it when they operate.
I told Richard that he has always had a swollen lymph node in his neck, ever since he was a baby. The doctors were never concerned with it and said it was just plugged and would never bother him. Hopefully, this is what these doctors are seeing, and it will be nothing at all.
My mom will be 91 on May 15th. She is doing good, in fact she is doing better now since her doctor put her on some medication for people who suffer from Alzheimer's. It was getting to where she couldn't communicate. She knew what she wanted to say, but when she went to say it, she either forgot or she couldn't get the right words to come out. She has been on this medication for a month, and now can express her words again. She still forgets a lot, but at least she can speak what she thinks.
I had a scary moment last week. I take these muscle relaxers for my Fibro and PMR. If I don't take them, then I get these crazy muscle cramps all over. Well, sometimes these relaxers also relax my dang brain.
We all went into the Bluff last week. My sister, myself and David. We had to do some running around and then we stopped at Taco Bell for a snack before heading home. When my sister dropped us off, we unpacked our groceries and other bags and she left to go home. The next morning she headed up to St. Louis for her chemo treatment.
Later that next day, I went to look for my purse. David had gotten paid, and one of the errands we had done the day before was collect his paycheck. He cashed it right at Wal-Mart and then gave me the money to put in my purse. I looked around the house and then I panicked. I couldn't find my purse.
The last thing I remembered was when we sat down at Taco Bell, I put the purse in the empty seat next to me, reminding myself to not forget to get it when we left. I couldn't remember anything after that. I didn't know if I had left it at Taco Bell, or if it was in my sister's truck.
I was 80% it was probably in my sister's truck, up in St. Louis at the moment. But there was a nagging feeling in the back of my head that I may have just left it at Taco Bell. I have never, ever, left my purse somewhere before, and couldn't really believe that I would have walked out of TB with out it. I called TB just to see if by chance, they have found it. They had not seen it.
My sister wasn't expected home until around 8 that evening. I was over at her house watching my mom while she was gone. I prayed that my purse was in the backseat of her truck. All of our money was in it. If it wasn't, I wasn't sure what we were going to do. We had bills to pay and food to buy and two weeks to go before the next paycheck.
I finally heard my sister drive up, and I tentatively stepped outside and asked her if she would look to see if my purse was back there. Such a wave of relief flooded over me when she said "YES".
Oh thank you God !!!
I called David and told him immediately that I had my purse. WHEW..... I have never fretted so much in my life.
I will never let that purse out of my site again !!!
Well, Ricky is outside setting fence post and I need to go help him.
Y'all take care !