Hello? World?

I'm still here :-)

The warm sunshine has felt awfully good the past few days, everyone's basking in it: horses napping in the sunny field on their side, chickens sunbathing in the dug-up flower beds, doggies on the deck checking things out and me, well, I get a few rays between the barn and the house - it's all good!

Tomorrow we are burying my grandfather's ashes in the cemetery a few streets away, next to where my uncle lays and where my grandmother will go one day.

Just close family for a short farewell ceremony - thankfully it's supposed to be warm and sunny until Sunday so we should be good.

Would it be morbid to take photos?

*pauses to check on horses*

Speaking of equines, status quo for Big Daddy... I don't know how long it will take for the rescue org to find him a new home but I hope it's not too long, being stuck in suspense like this is killing me. I can't really look for another horse until he's gone, but we don't want a long gap between the two either or the other horse here will just go crazy - sigh.

More complicated than autistic kids on peyote.

On today's menu: drinking in as much sun as possible while fixing miles of electric horse fencing -damn wire got pulled loose off a few posts thanks to clumsy jumping deer, in other places the wire is bogged down by tall weeds so I  have to lift the pegs, in other places the wire is too high and a smaller horse can walk right under it so I need to fix that too.

Ha, I thought yesterday's three straight hours of painting stalls in the stables was painful! :-o

Yes, yes I'll have pics for you guys soon - in fact I'll take some today just because I'm so nice and accomodating.

I heard a good one the other day and have to share before haulin' my butt outside:

Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting. Well, for example, the other day my wife and I went into town and went into a shop. 

We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, "Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?"

He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi turd. He glared at me and started Writing another ticket for having worn tires. So my wife called him a ****-head. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.

Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus.

/end of Don't Mess With Pros post/