I’ve only got 10 bales of hay left and my hay farmer is sold out. I’m leaving messages with all the phone numbers I keep in a folder but everyone must be watching football. If any of you Minnesotans know of someone selling decent grass/alfalfa mix or even all grass hay, please let me know as I’m already way too stressed out to have this worry too.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. — Gilda…
I figure it’s time for a “happy feet” photo. The Birkenstock photo is in honor of my sister SS. Sister SB and T, you just hush now! SS and I, we know what’s stylin’. We are groovin in our Birkys! Oh, yeah, that’s right. SS doesn’t like it when I try to make her out…
Ever had one of those days coming up at work where you have to do something that scares the bejeebers out of you? When I’m not romping around with horses and dogs, I create training materials and train employees on how to use the new corporate software we are rolling out to replace our old…
I must be insane! It was bad enough that I was planning on going skijoring tomorrow at 10 AM when it should be about 5 degrees above zero, and the sun was supposed to be shining. But now I’m planning on going at 8 AM when it will be 4 below and overcast! The only…
It’s poetry month. I’m getting a late start. Don’t try to make sense of my poem. I’m not sure what it means myself. Perhaps an indication of how tired I am. I meant no harmI said to the windBlue jays cussedAs if to disagreeI’m searching for somethingMaybe identity, peace, a road mapWhat was and isIntertwined It’s…
“Just because you’re miserable doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy life.” I saw that quote on a greeting card at the Seasons Gallery in Hudson, Wisconsin. It’s perfectly true. And I certainly enjoyed myself yesterday evening. My friend Lynn and I drove to the Seasons Gallery to see our friend Sue’s one woman show called “Meddling…
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Maery Rose. I sure hope you find some. If worse comes to worse, they would love hay cubes (soaked with water). I get alfalfa cubes and it costs less than hay (just for one horse who wads her hay…can’t chew it..old age). Your Thanksgiving looked great, and you make some nasty bread…am I impressed or what?
The memories of your Dad that you shared with us were great…a cowboy indeed.
Sorry I don’t know anyone to help ya! I do hope you find some soon….it’s a pain to stress about finding hay! We have that issue in the winter, and have to spend more money to get what we can get. It’s hard to pay $16 a bale in the winter!
Oh no! I wish I could help.
Call the people i told you about who want to board… Zimmerman. They get hay I’m sure…