Back when Toby and I were newly weds and I was pregnant with Bo, we used to lay in bed and talk about what we thought our baby would look like. That was back in the day before you could find out what you were having and see sonograms of the baby before it was born. I told Toby that if we had a girl, I hoped she would have his legs, because they were long and slim and shapely. Toby said that if we had a boy, he hoped he would have my legs so that he could play football without fear of hurting his knees or ankles. Hmm, so much for romance.
Toby took another half-day today. The weather has been very nice hovering somewhere in the low 80's. The wind was a bit blustery today, but not too bad. Some pipeline company has been out on our land clearing (small) trees to expose their pipeline. We have pipelines all over OK and a couple of pipelines on our 75 acres. You may not know this, but there is a small airplane that flies the pipelines watching for problems and such. It flies over often. Apparently there is to be some sort of ground inspection, so the pipeline company is clearing the way and putting up markers. The back corner of our property has a deep creek-bed/ravine with a pipeline crossing it. Although the pipeline was sure to have been cleared at some point in the past, small trees on the other side of the ravine are now rather thick and are being cleared.
The tree cutters were here early and gone by the time Toby arrived home. We decided, since it was a beautiful day, we would walk out and see how things were going. Now, I consider my self pretty sure footed - a bit of a mule. I'm also fairly coordinated and athletic. But now and then I step on something uneven and send myself flying - rather violently. I did this in front of the barn. One minute I was walking and talking with the dogs jumping around me, and the next minute I was on the ground in pain with dogs jumping around me. The good news is that I'm never really hurt. Once the pain subsides, my rolled ankle is stout enough that I can get up and continue on - which I did. We climbed down into the creek-bed and up the other side, walked all around the area where the tree cutting is going on, and then followed the tractor tracks through the brush to see how they got a tractor to that side of the creek. It was here that I rolled my ankle - again. Dang. Actually, I said a different word as I hit the ground - not one of my usual words, but one I rarely use. I said it twice yesterday. Where did that come from? Anyway, I made it out to the road where we discovered the tree cutters were also fence cutters who had left a way for the horses to escape. Great. I made it on back to the house, but now my ankle is a bit swollen and sore.
I'm going to skip exercise this morning and give my ankle a rest. Although I am actually okay, I may use my sore ankle for an excuse not to do other ranch-hand work this weekend. Heh.
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...we used to lay in bed and talk about what we thought our baby would look like.
Which reminds me of a story (of course). Paula and I did the same sorta thang when she was pregnant with Bobby but one night... outta the blue... she sat straight up in bed and said "I just had the most horrible thought! What if this baby gets the worst o' BOTH o' us?"
I have NO ideer what she was talkin' about. ;-)
I hope yer ankle gets better... but not TOO soon. That's a great chore-avoidance device.
Toby and I did the "worst case scenario" talk, too. Fortunately, Bo and Jes turned out pretty good. Jesse did get his legs, and Bo got a longer version of mine.
"But now and then I step on something uneven and send myself flying - rather violently." Must be hereditary :) But it sounds like I have a harder time getting up - we are definitely going to be a pair in Paris! Of course, I have fallen in the Louve and at Versailles so those places are taken care of!
I thought I'd better warn you before we got to Paris. We should be lots of fun!
At least we have our laughter or rather sound alike giggle!
I drove up to my 5 acres once and all the grass was burnt and it looked like an M-1 tank had chewed up the place with piles of dirt everywhere. Then I noticed the barbed-wire fences were all over the place.
My neighbor comes over and says "sorry, our fire got out of control. We'll fix your fences. We tried to use the bulldozer to make fire breaks, but the fire just jumped over." Luckily the fire department arrived before my barn lit up.
Turns out the fire department boys *love* to drive through fences to get after a range fire. Even if there is a perfect gate right in front of them!
Ouch! I feel your pain. I'd always had weak ankles that would roll at the drop of a hat. Here lately, though, they don't do that any more. I guess standing on your feet 9-10 hours a day in a factory has a way of strengthening them.
Your fire dept. boys sound a lot like ours, but those guys are enthusiastic - so I love 'em. Our neighbor is a firefighter and was a big help in the past when Toby set the pasture on fire.
Your Judo (?) was probably a big help too.
Had to read this and the last post to Gene. He needed a laugh or two. Thanks!@
Anytime, Jo. I love to laugh.
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