Struggling To Find Ourselves

Was that the name of the guy from here in Kansas…Bloody Bill something-or-other?  That’s kind of what I feel like at the moment.  Why, you ask?  Wellllll, we took Chief for a walk yesterday…My Sister, her girls and myself and one of our neighbors decided to go along just for the walk.  And everything was okay until this pick-up started to go by us from the other direction.  The driver did pretty good at slowing down as he approached, but he didn’t get all the way by us before he mashed on the gas to hurry on his way.  Well, of course, Chief didn’t like that.  NO horse would have been COMPLETELY calm in that situation because it was a loud pick-up.  Sounded like he didn’t have a muffler.  Well, Chief jumped, and so did everyone walking with us, and he started to take off down one of the side streets that was right there.  Well, I sure didn’t want to fall on the pavement, so I opted for the gravel of the side street.  Well, I let go of the rope, but not fast enough…don’t ask me why, but anyway.  I got a gravel burn type thing on my left elbow….the gravel tore a chunk of skin loose on my right palm…I have a few minor bruises on the outside of my left leg, from my hip to my knee.  No harm done really, and you CAN’T blame Chief if you know ANYTHING about horses.  I wasn’t even bleeding profusely, surprisingly.  No hole in my jeans or my coat or anything.  And Chief, though he took off at a dead run down the side street, didn’t even run half a block.  And catching him again was easier than it had been when we were trying to catch him to start with.  Anyway, we got him caught again, and by the time we got him back the 3 or 4 blocks back to the pasture, he was calmer than he had been when we started our little walk.  Don’t worry, folks, I’ll heal.  I have a pretty good nurse that made sure I used peroxide on my wounds today and gave me STRICT instructions to do it again tomorrow, and to get my elbow and my palm bandaged back up again tomorrow.  What would I do without you, Sis?….*makes note to buy more bandaides*…

….Oh, and then last night, I was putting the dishwashing soap back in the cupboard where we’ve kept it for almost the last year, and I found a nail sticking out that I didn’t realize was there.  I cut my middle finger on my right hand on it.  I was on the phone with a neighbor at the time.  I don’t think she quite knew how to handle yesterday….*L*…Welcome to my life, BigOK!!!  Thanks for being there too!!!

Anyway, that’s the excitement that would have hit the front page of the newspaper of our little town….IF we HAD a newspaper…*L*

More later….