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midnightsjaneTranslation: ARGH! CRAP! IDIOT! I drove all the way home from the farm through rush hour traffic, pulled into the parking garage, looked for my house keys..........and looked, and looked. Oh, wait. I left them in the pocket of my nice brown jacket. OH,WAIT. I left my jacket in the spare bedroom of Sue's house. :headdesk:
Never mind, my friends at the bookstore have a set. OH,WAIT. I took them back to give to my neighbours when they looked after my cats awhile ago.......and never gave them back to Jill. CRAP.
Back in the car, drive all the way back to the farm (only 70 km each way), almost give Sue a heart attack when I walk up the driveway because I can't unlock the gate, because my keys are in the house. At least I was there in time to help her fill the water buckets and give the horses their bedtime snack. Got my jacket and keys, drove all the way back to the city, and finally got into my apartment. Had dinner at 10 p.m. :headdesk:
In other news, little Buddy is doing amazingly well. He is healthy and happy, bouncing around his stall, playing with the little wheel toy that is mounted on the wall (we put it up there years ago for Sue's old horse, Caddy), and drinking on average 32 ounces of formula every two to three hours. He's trying to nibble on hay, too. He has two top teeth now, and one of his bottom teeth poked through today. He has grown, and put on a lot of weight, and looks great. We love him to bits. He stands by the door to his stall and wuffles to us when we come with his bottles. He might not have a horse momma, but he has three human moms and a human dad. He doesn't lack for love and attention, for sure.
I took the night shift last night; fed him at midnight and then again around 4:30. He's able to go longer between feeds now, not like last weekend when he was being fed every hour. Poor Sue really deserved an undisturbed night's sleep. I'm used to being on night shift, anyway.
We're working out a schedule so that we all do our share of the late nights. Won't be for long, because once he can eat hay and his foal kibble he won't need milk as often.
This afternoon Sue and I went to the feed store to pick up more Foal-Lac; Buddy has gone through one pail of it already (at $200 a pail, we're going to be glad when he doesn't drink as much!) But we're not complaining. Whatever he needs to be a healthy boy. We found some of the cutest fly masks for Sera and Goldie..the mask is gold coloured with leopard print fuzzy trim. So cute. I'd get one for Midnight, but after 5 minutes on him, no-one would be able to tell what colour it was, other than mud. LOL.
That's it for me. Time to hit the proverbial hay.
Mood: annoyed
Never mind, my friends at the bookstore have a set. OH,WAIT. I took them back to give to my neighbours when they looked after my cats awhile ago.......and never gave them back to Jill. CRAP.
Back in the car, drive all the way back to the farm (only 70 km each way), almost give Sue a heart attack when I walk up the driveway because I can't unlock the gate, because my keys are in the house. At least I was there in time to help her fill the water buckets and give the horses their bedtime snack. Got my jacket and keys, drove all the way back to the city, and finally got into my apartment. Had dinner at 10 p.m. :headdesk:
In other news, little Buddy is doing amazingly well. He is healthy and happy, bouncing around his stall, playing with the little wheel toy that is mounted on the wall (we put it up there years ago for Sue's old horse, Caddy), and drinking on average 32 ounces of formula every two to three hours. He's trying to nibble on hay, too. He has two top teeth now, and one of his bottom teeth poked through today. He has grown, and put on a lot of weight, and looks great. We love him to bits. He stands by the door to his stall and wuffles to us when we come with his bottles. He might not have a horse momma, but he has three human moms and a human dad. He doesn't lack for love and attention, for sure.
I took the night shift last night; fed him at midnight and then again around 4:30. He's able to go longer between feeds now, not like last weekend when he was being fed every hour. Poor Sue really deserved an undisturbed night's sleep. I'm used to being on night shift, anyway.
We're working out a schedule so that we all do our share of the late nights. Won't be for long, because once he can eat hay and his foal kibble he won't need milk as often.
This afternoon Sue and I went to the feed store to pick up more Foal-Lac; Buddy has gone through one pail of it already (at $200 a pail, we're going to be glad when he doesn't drink as much!) But we're not complaining. Whatever he needs to be a healthy boy. We found some of the cutest fly masks for Sera and Goldie..the mask is gold coloured with leopard print fuzzy trim. So cute. I'd get one for Midnight, but after 5 minutes on him, no-one would be able to tell what colour it was, other than mud. LOL.
That's it for me. Time to hit the proverbial hay.
Mood: annoyed
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Date: 2011-05-28 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-28 06:23 am (UTC)It's remarkable how fast baby horses get their teeth, but I guess it makes life easier for them if they can eat grass ASAP.
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Date: 2011-05-28 04:43 pm (UTC)Many many years ago I was working as a Teacher's assistant at a college. After a long day of classes, and a long evening of hanging lights in the theater, I closed up and took my crew to pizza. I waved goodbye to the last of them and fumbled for my car key. No key. Oops, locked it in the theater. Theater building locked and I don't have a key to the outside doors. Neither does the one security person I can find. So I can't get my car key. I can get a bus home but my house keys are locked in the car. The house keys are in the car so I will NOT forget them at the theater (at least that part of the plan worked). It is now midnight +. Got a bus home with the hope that roommate would be home and let me in. Got home. Can't get in, roommate not home as I had hoped. Got second bus, the last one headed downtown, but it isn't doing it's whole route, it is going to the bus barn. Bless him the driver parked his bus and gave me a ride to a friend's house in his car. The friend was decidedly unhappy about being woken up at 1:30 in the morning...
The next day I went out and purchased a snap-hook, attached my keys to it and hung them on my jeans belt loop. Since then I've almost never forgotten a key.
All of which is to say that I feel your pain.
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Date: 2011-05-29 04:56 am (UTC)Trouble is that the weather has been so up and down I end up wearing one jacket on the way out to the farm, a lighter work jacket, etc...and I have a habit of putting my keys in a jacket pocket so I don't lose them. Ha!
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Date: 2011-05-29 02:03 pm (UTC)More sets of keys?? I keep a spare car key in my backpack....