Hay, whazzup?
Hay, literally. Hay is what's up. 149 bales to be exact (UI sent one black moldy one back). I hate hate hate handling hay. It's scratchy, dusty, makes my eyes burn, my back and shoulders hurt, the skin on my arms raw. I handled every one of those 149 bales, some of them twice (thanks to the rocket scientistsd who stacked them parallel so the stacks styarted leaning).
I hurt, I hurt!
I wonder about age, and about my physicial strength. Will there come one day when suddenly I am not strong enough to do these physical tasks like toss hay bales, handle a 1200 pound horse that disagrees with me, lug full water buckets around? Will the day suddenlt appear, or will it gradually come on? I mean, one day will I be able to lift the bales and then the next, not?
Age is starting to scare me. I am a very physical person. I have been SO lucky and have been somewhat injury free in my lifetime. I thank God for that every single night. I am afraid sometimes of what the future will hold for me. How could I survive being old in a rocking chair? I want to be like my dad - playing walleyball in his 70's. I want to be out there breaking my 2yos in my 70's. I just hope by then I will have enough money to pay to have all my hay stacked for me!
Money...sigh* another big stress. I just can't get ahead. Something just keeps cropping up. I work my a$$ off every day at my job, and come home and paint until my hands cramp up completely. I have a huge dental bill looming in the future. A vacation to pay for in April. Christmas..argh! Christmas! I also need new contacts..my disposable ones are out. I've been wearing the same pair for about 3 months now, and they are supposed to be changed every 2-3 weeks.
OK no more ranting about money. the horses and I are healthy and fed. Both trucks are running fine. I have enough food to get me through the weekend. What more could I want?
