Saturday morning

Here it is almost 10 AM and I'm just getting up!  Heaven!  Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love seeing the horses first thing in the morning - especially on a day as gorgeous as this one is turning out to be.  Still . . . that first weekend when Mark comes home when I wake up at my usual 6 AM and realize that he's already over at the barn and that I can roll over and go back to sleep? . . . priceless!

Mark has been talking about having some friends over for another gathering.  So while I'm really happy with my newly tidy house, thinking of having other people looking at it makes me see all the things that still aren't done.   The trim around the TV enclosure is up now -- but it's not painted.  The trim around the window seat in the bedroom is finally on there (it was behind the curtains so it's been "overlooked" for all the years we've lived here!), but the curtain hold-backs need to be installed so the bedroom won't be so dark, and so Gracie won't leave nose prints on the curtains trying to look out the window.  (That window seat is her personal throne.) 

Here's Gracie when she first arrived,

having already appropriated the window seat as her own. 

(Look how skinny the poor thing was back then!)

And all that horse stuff that's been piled on the dining room chair since last summer needs to go somewhere - the tack room where it was all heading still isn't quite ready. 

I guess the thing to do is go get some coffee and start making a list. 

I sure don't feel like doing much of anything this morning, though.  Last night I spent hours over at the barn and this morning just standing up straight is a challenge. 

One result of putting blankets on the horses during that 20-degree weather was that now their winter coats are coming out by the handfulls.  So I brushed Lizzie and Bug.  And brushed . . . and brushed . . . and brushed some more.  There was enough hair in the muck cart by the time I quit to make another horse!    And then I spent another couple hours filling up all those feed containers.  I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but besides lugging around several of those 50-lb. bags of feed, for every one of those 105 feed containers it was necessary to bend down and measure out scoops of feed and supplements exactly 5 times each.  I hate to admit it, but all that leaning over and straightening up (515 times, to be precise) and I can barely MOVE this morning!  It's not that I don't normally move around, it's just that those particular moves are not something I do regularly.  Guess they need to be, huh?  I'm telling you -- getting old is not for feint of heart! 

Time to go get coffee and get started on that list . . .