Man oh man, is time starting to warp around me.
Today - walk with Patti, Susie and Carol, go to the store, clean house, buy horse feed, tend farms(!), mow lawn (no, Amy, I haven't done it yet!)
Friday - walk with Carol and Patti, Belly Button Appt., more cleaning, tend farm - - - maybe buy that cow on Country Story! WOOOT!) start to pack, Susan over for dinner and horse ride,
Saturday, - 4 hour trail ride with Emily, Sara and Chello, take horses, feed and BigBlackDog to Corinnas, shower, work farms, dinner with Amy Andy
Sunday - worship, pack for serious now, set up farms to go without me for a week, wait on Robert to get home, go to services, drop off Belly Button lint to the Stewarts, load truck
Monday @ 3am - head off to Missouri.
(*sigh*)
The Fam!
All Us Huttons
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
A Slap in the Self Righteousness
It has occurred to me . . .
-when you have to bite your tongue to keep from saying anything negative . . .
-when you would rather peel puppy skin off a live dog than to spend time with that person . . .
-when you would rather sit at home in front of the computer than go be around the church . . .
-when you can sing 'Sing and Be Happy" with a deadpan face, anxious to beat the baptists to El Castillo but know all the words to "Fly Like an Eagle" and you grin because "that is a great song!" . . .
Then maybe you need to sit back and reevaluate your dedication.
. . . and then . . .
. . . then you realize that if it was easy, Christ wouldn't have had to die. We could've just popped popcorn and watched a movie rather than forcing Him up and into the cross.
I keep forgetting that nothing I go through compares to His life, His patience, His death, His glory.
Shut up and color, Jack.
-when you have to bite your tongue to keep from saying anything negative . . .
-when you would rather peel puppy skin off a live dog than to spend time with that person . . .
-when you would rather sit at home in front of the computer than go be around the church . . .
-when you can sing 'Sing and Be Happy" with a deadpan face, anxious to beat the baptists to El Castillo but know all the words to "Fly Like an Eagle" and you grin because "that is a great song!" . . .
Then maybe you need to sit back and reevaluate your dedication.
. . . and then . . .
. . . then you realize that if it was easy, Christ wouldn't have had to die. We could've just popped popcorn and watched a movie rather than forcing Him up and into the cross.
I keep forgetting that nothing I go through compares to His life, His patience, His death, His glory.
Shut up and color, Jack.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Dogs
I have always felt responsible for Baby Blues death.
Baby Blue was the little blue heeler that we got to 'replace' Blue Boy.
1. Never try to replace a beloved pet until you're over the first one.
2. Never expect the replacement to be as good/smart/'lovey' as the original.
3. Dog ARE members of the family. Don't pretend they're 'just stupid dogs.'
4. Make sure you do get a new pet in time. They heal your heart.
Baby Blue loved to trail ride. We were out on the 10 mile ride in August. It was hot like the face of the sun. Baby Blue fell further and further behind, panting hard. Cheri drove by and Baby Blue kept trying to get in her car. I asked her if she could and Cheri told me no . . . her car was clean. She even kicked out at Baby Blue. (Wish I could forget that.)
Fine. So I rode on, making a mental note to go back to pick her up because I was sure she was too hot to keep going. She would sit in the shade for a bit, walk a bit, sit in the shade . . .
So I rode home, unsaddled Tesster, went in, made dinner . . . .
Totally spaced Baby Blue off. She wasn't home at dark. I told myself she was resting. And didn't believe it . . . but it was dark . . what could I do?
Was saddled at 5am the following morning, and took off to 'meet' her. I found her after looking for close to four hours. There were/still are no words to express the guilt I felt, or the regret. Bawling so hard it was hard to see, I took her home, wrapped her in a quilt I'd made and buried her by the tank.
That was 8 years ago. I'd gotten over it. I was cool with Baby Blue.
. . . and then . . .
. . . then Belly Button gets caught under my feet.
Again, there are no words to express how grateful I am that this time, I won't make the same mistake.
Baby Blue was the little blue heeler that we got to 'replace' Blue Boy.
1. Never try to replace a beloved pet until you're over the first one.
2. Never expect the replacement to be as good/smart/'lovey' as the original.
3. Dog ARE members of the family. Don't pretend they're 'just stupid dogs.'
4. Make sure you do get a new pet in time. They heal your heart.
Baby Blue loved to trail ride. We were out on the 10 mile ride in August. It was hot like the face of the sun. Baby Blue fell further and further behind, panting hard. Cheri drove by and Baby Blue kept trying to get in her car. I asked her if she could and Cheri told me no . . . her car was clean. She even kicked out at Baby Blue. (Wish I could forget that.)
Fine. So I rode on, making a mental note to go back to pick her up because I was sure she was too hot to keep going. She would sit in the shade for a bit, walk a bit, sit in the shade . . .
So I rode home, unsaddled Tesster, went in, made dinner . . . .
Totally spaced Baby Blue off. She wasn't home at dark. I told myself she was resting. And didn't believe it . . . but it was dark . . what could I do?
Was saddled at 5am the following morning, and took off to 'meet' her. I found her after looking for close to four hours. There were/still are no words to express the guilt I felt, or the regret. Bawling so hard it was hard to see, I took her home, wrapped her in a quilt I'd made and buried her by the tank.
That was 8 years ago. I'd gotten over it. I was cool with Baby Blue.
. . . and then . . .
. . . then Belly Button gets caught under my feet.
Again, there are no words to express how grateful I am that this time, I won't make the same mistake.
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