Broken Bones

Willow Creek's oracle (and her friends) are definitely going to be suffering from "Deficient Riding Time Syndrome" or DRITS for the next six to eight weeks. Hmmm. November usually means rain--our DRITS may last until February, when we usually get a brief look at spring. Otherwise, it may be April? May? If I don't ride Jupiter, will his feet stop growing? (: We just got shoes!

Lynn fell off the quad while feeding the horses with her mother-in-law Saturday night and broke her arm. Broke it so bad it had to be set. She will be put in a cast sometime late this week. Is it six weeks from casting? Or six weeks from Saturday? Are you sure you can't just buck up and ride? (:

Okay, enough selfish groaning. The woman is tough. She said how silly she thinks it is when the nurses and doctors ask, "What's your pain on a scale from one to 10?"

"'A two,' I told them," she says. I've had a broken arm, two of them in fact. Neither of them was a "two."

The doctor told her when he had to set it that it would hurt; "I'm not lying," he said, "it's going to hurt a lot."
Pshaw. He didn't know who he was dealing with.

So my riding partner is laid up. She needs her riding time in order to deal with all the crazies that inhabit her work world:  "No, FedEx did not bring your package here!" "I don't know if Kimtu is full." "The weather is expected to be in the 80s for the next week." "I have not seen your cat with the big manhood."

Although I deal with fewer crazies, I'm going to be even harder to get along with than before (do you think it's possible?) and my horse is going to get fat (and sassy--make that sassier). At least Shirley will be able to go out of town without worrying that Lynn and I are riding and having fun without her.

We were hoping the vet would come out for a clinic and do everyone's shots. Now Lynn is saying maybe we will go out there and afterward Shirley and I will ride on the beach (because that worked so well last time! Ha!) and she will work with Ziggy and his leading problems.

They say it's the hard times in life that show what we are made of. . . .