I love mud

I just drove home barefoot.

This morning, the famous and fabulous MeToo (son Johnny’s horse) had gotten into the small pasture surrounding the round pen and the new fillies. The idea had been to keep the newbies quarantined for a couple of weeks until we could see what cooties they might have. MeToo had other ideas and being a girl, wanted to hang out with the new girls and gossip.

I went out this afternoon to check on everyone, and thinking I knew where MeToo had slipped under the wire, took some extra wire down to splice into the fence line.

I drove home barefoot because I lost my shoes in the mud at the bottom of the hill trying to fix the fence at the gap. It is the muddiest place I could have tried to walk. Of course it did not look muddy until it was up to my knees. I walked out of one shoe and had to go back and find it. The next thing I knew, both feet were stuck and I was sinking fast. As I tried to lift a leg to get out, I tipped over into the mud. You know I grabbed the hot wire on the way down. (Feeling much better now. Everything is so clear)  I dug my shoes out, walked up the hill in my socks and got in the small horse tank to wash off enough to be able to sit in the truck. My jeans and socks are in the washer and my shoes drying outside. I am done fixing fence! Done. Done! blech! That mud and water was incredibly stinky. Of course, before I could leave, MeToo had slipped under the fence again (from the look of her legs, she had crawled on her knees) and was right back where she wanted to be. She is welcome to all the cooties she can stand.

~ by bethanycaskey on April 22, 2008.