As my posts are dwindling to once a month and my stats to zero, I am however still hobbling along behind the scenes, doing bits and bobs and even finishing stuff on occasion. This is one of my recent projects, which I hope will eventually help alleviate my headaches.

Spring is trying to sneak up on us, but I’ve noticed the birdies chirping excitedly, they know despite the chill factor. Ponies are shedding like mad, they know too and don’t understand why I’m not opening the pasture gates anymore: grass is growing and becoming quite poisonous to certain geriatric little fellas. We’ll revisit the idea in 3 months or so, very slowly. Special supplements have been purchased that are supposed to increase bloodflow in the hooves and help prevent the very painful laminitis condition which I’ve luckily been able to avoid so far as a horse owner, but Rollo is now in the danger zone, possibly he’s become slightly diabetic with age which increases the risk.

I’m preparing to say goodbye to another geriatric, my 15 yo bestest little buddy Hannibal. He seems happy enough, but bones don’t lie and I can see them more clearly as the months go by, it’s getting harder for him to climb and jump. I can’t give him painkillers, although I’ve the consent of the vet, because it makes him throw up. He chose me as his person when he was just 6 weeks old and it’s going to be a tough one.

It’s no longer as stormy at night, which means I can finally sleep with the window open – huge improvement to my mornings.

Four posts are sitting here in my list which I intended to publish this past month but I never quite managed to produce the various items I was talking about, so once again my backlog has grown despite occasional deleting and editing frenzies. I guess I’ll just have to get used to looking at 120+ drafts, it’s a good thing to never lack ideas, right? Even if you can’t always follow up on them. Do you ruthlessly shave off any posts that aren’t published on schedule or do you hang onto them for years?

A huck lace weave test – my hope is that the lace parts will contract and deflect the pink threads enough to make them look like outlines to the white flowers. I will of course keep you posted on this and share the draft too, but I’ve been hard at it with physical tasks all weekend and frankly need a break before I can use my arms properly for something as monotonous as weaving. Which gives me time to play with paint I guess!

12 thoughts on “Marts

  1. sounds like you have been busy! Hannibal was incredibly adorable as a kitten, and I feel sure he is a handsome old fellow now. I hope that you two are happy with each other right to the end, and that you don’t have to make that awful decision.

    1. I was actually hoping he’d just not wake up one morning, but I think I’ll have to be the one to call it before this month is out. Hate it every single time. I just want to find someone to do it at home because all the young ones are going to be confused if their “uncle” just disappears. (the next oldest is 4) Seeing his body might help them understand, animals do sense when it’s over and simply walk away.

      1. It is true that it is easier for them when they know what happened. We lost Tigger a few years ago – she was young, but went out and never came back – was lunch for something, I guess. And Allie, who never bonded with Tig would go look out the door she went out, for WEEKS, and if we said Tig’s name, she would go hide. She clearly was expecting her back. It took her a long time to believe it. So I hope you can find someone to come to the house when the time comes. It will be easier on all of you.

  2. Søreme om ikke jeg gemmer de fleste af mine gamle kladder/uudgivne indlæg/ideer. Jeg har ikke så mange som du (kun 29) men de strækker sig kronologisk helt tilbage til jeg begyndte at blogge. Det er faktisk mest når jeg er meget sur over et eller andet, at jeg skriver til arkivet. Så venter jeg lige et par dage med at udgive det, og så bliver det aldrig. Men slette dem, nej det sker ikke ret tit.
    Det lyder som om dit sted er ved at udvikle sig til et helt alderdomshjem. Jeg kender også en i nærheden, hvis heste ikke må få græs pga den der sære sygdom. Hun driver også et “Luksus-alderdomshjem for firbenede” 🙂
    Lige nu får jeg heller ikke blogget så meget. Mest på grund af fastetiden. Jeg håber at vende grusomt tilbage til påske.

    1. Så venter vi tålmodigt på påsken. 🙂

      Nu hvor jeg siger farvel til Hannibal, så er der kun ponyerne tilbage som er gamle (19 og 24). Hundene væk, alle de “første” katte væk, kun de unge tilbage. Det er lidt underligt, jeg kunne godt tænke mig de allesammen blev meget, meget ældre.

  3. It sounds like you’re having a rough time and it sure doesn’t help to be worrying about your dear pets. It’s definitely the price we pay for loving them and makes me so sad . . . Regarding blogging, my problem comes from not having ideas of new things to say. My life is pretty uneventful and I’ve said a lot of what I meant to when I started writing–maybe I need to go out and have more adventures! I do love your huck lace and hope you’ll post a photo after it’s wet finished. I haven’t done anything in that structure . . . yet.

    1. It is in fact a double dilemma. I too don’t feel I have a lot of interesting things to say about life, the universe and everything, so I need something to show instead, and when projects drag on, well… It’s easy to revisit the same thoughts and maybe even forget that you already wrote about it, gets a bit dull in the end.

      As it were, I’ve scheduled a last visit for Hannibal tomorrow afternoon. I’ve reached my limit, and dragging it out will probably make me cry as much as getting it over with, only longer. It’s always a struggle to be the judge of when quality of life definitively gives in to suffering.

  4. Laminitis is totally lame. See what I did there? Although I have seen horses get over it. Love to Hannibal. I only have, like, 3 drafts so I stand amazed at your backlog. I have to start writing again. And will very soon. But right now I feel terribly uninteresting. Love the weaving. Always. Hope you are feeling well.

  5. Poor Hannibal. And you. So hard to go through this. We had to put down our old “Lucy” kitty after 21 years…doesn’t get easier. And lost our first horse 24 years ago to laminitis and, like you, have been extremely careful with new spring grass ever since. They love it but it doesn’t love them!

    1. 21 years is a grand old age! But I do wish they’d all just last a bit longer. The ponies are 19 and 24, sturdy breeds but you never know, we’re on borrowed time.

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