It rained, for starters, and thundered, and rained, and rained. Made for a nice second sleep, which Harry needed, because his first sleep wasn’t so good – he had an uncomfortable night. Soon, he woke up and read the paper (in the modern way, of course, on his phone).
My biorhythms were just off. I never quite got it together today! Started by juicing carrots, and then knocked over the whole container of carrot juice, spilling bright orange liquid all over the kitchen counter. Eventually, I managed to fix breakfast and we did PT/OT, walking / hopping to the master bathroom for tooth brushing and bathing. Clean clothes , and a new man hopped back to the chair. Roscoe was a bit peeved to be moved from his favorite place, but he loves Harry and acceded gracefully. In the barn, Tom Morris has his own place of honor, and he greeted me when I came to turn out the horses…
The dogs do not like thunder rumbles. Jane had thunder at her house , too. Nettie hid under Harry’s bed. Clover shivered on Jane’s desk, and Hazel wanted Jane to reassure her that everything is OK…
Nettie 
Clover 
Hazel
Then, Vlad and Misha arrived to drop off armatures and to pick up artwork for the Buena Suerte Social Club “Of Gods And Men” show next month (the show being the reason the dreaded Hussar traveled home with Harry on February 7 – you know the rest of the story). Vlad and Misha will ensure that the Hussar and other sculptures, and some framed work, will get to the Gallery at 4374 Olive Street for the opening March 7 (5 – 8 PM). Misha picked up the Hussar with ease. Can’t say we were sorry to see it go!
But things did not go smoothly. I made Vlad a cup of tea, and forgot to give it to him, only noticing after he left (bad biorhythms). Meanwhile Misha, backed his truck up to the studio’s big doors for unloading an armature, and sank into the mud (bad luck). Oh, it was quite a mess! I got the tractor from the shed, but in the end, Vlad drove, Misha pushed, tarps were laid, and the truck was freed. There is going to be some serious rock work needed around here, come Spring…
Vlad and Misha brought Russian treats (cod liver – ugh!!). Harry is thrilled. But even more, they brought good friendship and offers of help, laughs and philosophies, and caviar (also fruit).
Vlad’s tea 
Vlad 
Misha 
Next, Janis and Bill Collette stopped by with therapeutic banana bread. I was so addled today, I forgot to take pictures of them, but it was so good to see them and visit with them! I often miss my job at The Tack Trunk – Janis was always a highlight when I saw her there.
Jane texted with very bad news. Her cat, Toby, was dying. She took him to Marilyn, and he had worse kidney failure (numbers on the bloodwork) than Stockings. Toby, who was not even 6 years old, was put to sleep. Two young cats in ten days dead from kidney failure. And no familial relation – a worrisome trend, since we live side by side! R.I.P. Toby…
Well, sad as these losses have been, at our age we know that you can’t have animals without grief. Jane recovered from the unexpected visit from the Reaper, and stopped over to visit – and to get her banana bread!
Rebecca offered to pick up groceries this evening and delivered them, along with her coveted eggs. And flowers (since I forbade food, the refrigerator bursting at the seams). She visited, and got to see Harry’s leg seeping a bit. It’s definitely a Monday – the seeping seems to be caused by the adhesive on the new band aid. We used a different dressing this evening. Rebecca is not squeamish, and also loves to help. She assisted in night check and is now ready to step in to help as needed. I insisted that we take a picture. Rebecca is a good sport!
And now, another day done, even though it was chaotic and I got almost nothing done, we are another day closer to being healed, still deep in the woods, but moving right along…
So long, kitties…
Stockings 2016 – 2020 
Toby 2014 – 2020
What beautiful kitties, so sad to lose them. Well, that’s a day to forget! But, again, you’re surrounded by such good friends! And, such interesting friends!
I think Harry’s leg looks darn good! Anne, how’s the shoulder holding up with all this hopping around?
As to the mud, Kentucky is synonymous with mud, and scatches, and absesss, and rain rot. When I moved here I thought it interesting everyone, it seemed, drove trucks. Grey trucks. Now I understand!
Happy Horses! Happy Days! They don’t care about mud, our future Kentucky Derby winner is out in it right now!
Oh dear, another kitty down. Hugs all around. Harry looks good and I thank you for sharing.
I wish that I could do more, even wish that you and Jane still had for furry friends. And I hope that your days are more uneventful and tranquil in the near future. But all I can offer is food and friendship. Lmk when I can do nighttime duties!