Jun
11
Behold: Mulch.
This was blocking my driveway when I arrived home from work today. A big honkin’ pile of former tree components, shredded, dyed, and flavored to taste like cyprus.
(That’s my car in the background, dwarfed by mulch mountain.)
Wasn’t expecting any mulch deliveries today, so imagine my surprise. Turns out my wife and the neighbor’s wife were in cahoots and they scheduled the delivery without our knowing. So my regularly scheduled evening of doing practically nothing was preempted in order to turn that giant pile of much into many smaller piles distributed around the yard.
After the mulch-a-thon, we headed to the barn to see the girls including the newest member of our brood, Misty. Alas, my plan to name our latest quarry was thwarted by my oldest daughter who had actually named the horse before we bought it. The previous owner had asked her input on the name and she had chosen Misty. Granted, I could have trumped her and renamed the horse what I wanted to call it, but that seemed like a dickish thing to do. Plus, Misty really is a good name for her:
She’s a little timid but she’s not skittish or jumpy. I groomed her up a bit and did the whole horse whisperer thing (no, not really). There were quite a few people at the barn so I took her out back to groom her in order to keep her calm. She’s only 18-ish months old, so she’s got that mix of part curiosity, part fear of new experiences. Love the color though:
Right now our only plan is to try to bulk her up, get her back to health, and then work on the training aspects. The previous-previous owner was already riding her, it will probably be a year before we even consider saddling her up.
Speaking of saddling up, I have some other writing to tend to this evening, so I’ll wrap this one up here. New Dimmer Switch on Thursday, so see you tomorrow.