To paraphrase Anita Bryant, a day without blogging is like a day without sunshine.  Not that there’s been much sunshine here.  Every day, we’ve been treated to a sudden and sometimes severe shower, with high winds and thunder (and associated circus tricks from the horses).  And that’s in between the rain.

Do you know the song “It’s Raining Men” by the Weather Girls?  I think I must have danced with some of those guys at the Paradise Garage (the same guys that had Anita Bryant so worked up)…

I feel like it’s been raining tasks here at the farm.  Yesterday, I was too busy to post.  And that doesn’t happen very often.

We’ve been working like mad in preparation for the surgical repair of my Yankee-Irish horsewhispering boyfriend’s rotator cuff today.   Actually, none of the work had to do with preparing for surgery…it all had to do with preparing me to be without my YIHB after surgery.

In the last few days, he finished putting a roof on the barn extension, installed kiwi-latches on gates, set up new fencing and did everything he could think of to make my life easier while he’s recuperating.  He’ll be here…he just won’t be able to do much…and that will be unusual.

Did I mention that we have a new boarder?  I couldn’t be more delighted…but the timing couldn’t be worse.  We had lots of advance notice, we just didn’t know that the horse’s arrival would coincide with the surgery.  In fact, we didn’t know there would be surgery.

The last time YIHB went to physical therapy, PT Bob told him he could skip it, since he was doing more with both his shoulders than he’d do in PT.  That’s life on a horse farm.

A discussion of the shoulder would normally get me talking about how following hands and elbows are actually a shoulder joint in free rotation.  That’s biomechanics and I love it but I’m too tired to talk about it today.

I’ve largely regained the strength and flexibility I lost after breaking my back last summer but the last few weeks have put it to the test.

I can do almost everything now but I still can’t lift two full water buckets.  Bending down to pick things up is a strain, even when I remember Alexander’s principles of good use.  But I’m happy to report that the sheepskin seat saver is now retired in one of my tack trunks and I can canter without pain.

I like to pretend that there are 26 hours in the day.  And there’s still not enough time to do everything I’d like to do.  I do stop to smell the roses — my kind of roses, the four-legged ones that whinny.  I’d rather blog than run the vacuum.  But I do want to avoid the ultimate fracture:

Paris’ law, illustrating a typical fatigue crack growth process, courtesy of Tomeasy

My subscribers (and the Haynet community) have gotten used to hearing from me every day.  I’d love to keep posting daily, but I can’t promise.  So if you don’t hear from me for a day or two or three here and there over the next few weeks, don’t worry.  I’ll be back full force with my daily dose of horse-related fun, opinions and facts as soon as I can.