I was thinking, gee, I've nothing to blog about.
Um. Be careful what you wish for, so to speak.
Mom called, and said there were some horses loose at their house, but they weren't there, having left for an appointment. I called the Sheriff's Office, and zipped over to Mom and Dad's place. The deputy showed up, and we made a bit of a game plan. I kept an eye on the wayward horses (4 of them), while he walked over to see if the neighbor would let us run the horses over to his place temporarily, as my parent's place has no fencing around it, as they have no animals anymore.
While the deputy was talking, I walked down to the horses. They were pretty much 'who cares, we got food'... Good, so far I don't have to worry about them wandering out to the road right then.
When the deputy returned, my cell rang. After some confusion, Dad explained there was a gate at the far end of the place. I had either forgotten about it, or didn't know it was there. However, it was a mess when we went to it. The horses had basically torn it down, and wandered over it. And, as it was four full grown horses, it was then mashed, tangled, and generally in severe disrepute.
Turns out, someone was renting the property behind my parents place for horses, and the neighbor said they had four of them. Bingo...
We ended up making a game plan, moving what was left of the gate so it was completely out of the way. The deputy then walked over to where the 4 were, and shooed them to me, where they were looking curious, as I was sweet talking and clicking for them. Once we were more or less blocking the way out, and letting them have the choice of going through the opening, I started bellowing, and flapping my arms wildly. They darted through the hole to get away from the crazy woman, and we closed what was left of the gate.
I went up and checked if I could get some pallets to block the gate. The deputy tried to lift up one that was nearby, it had a bunch of berry vines through it, so I pointed out some others. He said they were rotted. I told him it was just a temporary, more a visual barrier than anything, I wasn't worried if they were 100 per cent. He walked one pallet down, then I tried to walk the other.
Um. I found out, a pallet that is soaked is HEAVY. Finally, I think he took pity on me, walking back up and we both grabbed a side, walked it back down. I thanked him, and told him that I needed to get some wire to get the pallets tied down. We walked back up, just in time for Mom and Dad to show up.
Did I mention it was RAINING steadily during this whole fiasco? We were dripping... I asked the deputy if he was going to be all right, he said yeah, he was only on duty for a bit more, and he'd set his uniform out to dry during the evening. Oh, great... (They only have one uniform?) I, too, was rather soaked, it hadn't been raining when I'd left, and by the time all was said and done, I figured, why bother.
Dad brought down some more pallets so I could barricade the gate a little better, then I went up to the house, dripped to the bathroom, cleaned up a little, then left, going home to a hot bath, dry clothes, and my watch.
Oh, why is the watch important?
My watch band broke the other day, and I had made a repair. I'd remembered setting it down when I'd gone outside to do some work, but couldn't find it when I returned.
If you've ever met me, you'd know this is not a good thing. For one thing, I am nearly broke down without a watch. For another, I go nuts(ier), when I can't find something. This was NOT a good combination... Didn't find it, didn't find it, where the !%&* is it, can't find it, BAH!
And so I gave up. Dug out a spare watch, put it on, and grumbled about needing a new watch. (The spare is very hard to read.) So, I was about to leave for the above adventure, when Ding comes out from under the bed, with what I thought at first was a lizard or snake.
OH, CRAP!
Then she drops it, and I realize, that is my watch! Our 'watch cat' had pilfered my watch, hid it under the bed, and then brought it out later... So it is now firmly attached to my person again, and she... Well, Husband is calling her the Watch Cat Thief.
So, how was your day?
