
03/21/2022
Back In The Saddle Again
You may have noticed that the posts here have been greatly lacking for the last couple of months. Well, that is not because there nothing to report, but the reports would have been about “Larry the Lumberjack” or “Larry the Mechanic.”
Before we moved to Utah in 2016one tree was leaning precariously toward our shop and the electric wire to it. So, I used a tow chain and a load binder to hold it up, using another tree. When we returned in 2019, two different trees had fallen against the shop and were resting nicely on its edge and roof. Sandi had been after me to get those trees down for quite awhile. I kept telling her she did not need to nag me every 6 months about it; I had told her I would do it. She didn’t laugh. Instead I got the “eye-roll of death.” Then she asked me to cut a limb off of a tree out front because it hung low enough she would have to duck it when she mowed. Now I do most of the mowing, but she really does enjoy it. I was reluctant to do so because it gave really good shade in one of the prettier parts of the yard. So, she talked to God about it and He sent an ice storm which felled the whole tree. The limb was much easier to reach now.
The only heat we have is from a wood stove and we had been out of wood and the winter was getting cold. We were desperate and God stepped in to bless us. A friend of a friend said that a lady offered her stack of wood to him, but the wood was too big for him……so Sandi and I fell heirs to a huge stack of wood. We loaded it on our 16 foot car hauler about 3 feet high and that was only about half of it. It was all about 39 or 40 inches long and I had to cut every bit in two. It turned out to be about 3 cords of wood. Load….cut….unload…..stack…..carry some in….I’m getting old…. But I am slow. Every time I turned around another tree was either dead or fallen and I had to cut it up and get it ready for the wood pile. We borrowed a log splitter for a couple of days just to make some of the giant pieces fit into the stove opening. Fortunately I have gotten too fat and heavy to get on our shop roof to cut those ones my wife wanted down so my slender, luscious wife got a chainsaw course from me and she got up there as I directed which limb next. It took a couple of days, but we finally got them down.
To complicate matters, I visited my orthopedic doctor to see why one morning I just could not lift my left arm above chest level. GOOD NEWS (Ahem) I have a completely torn rotator cuff on my left shoulder and on my right about 5/8 tear. I have to lift my left arm with my right arm up to the saddle horn to be able to get on. I have to lift my left arm with my right arm out to the truck door to close it. Anything overhead that requires two arms…I’m out….no matter how simple or light. Yuck!!!
So….. we have all that going on and one day we were leaving church where Sandi and I try to help and our truck decided to just not go. Drama, drama, drama! Finally, for some unknown reason, the transmission caught and got us the 30 miles home. We had no transportation. A friend had a car available because the person for whom he got it preferred a different car, so for 4 days we had a car…….until……the other person’s preferred car lost it’s transmission and now she need the one we borrowed. (Sigh) We finally caught a decent day and fat boy slid under the truck to take off the transmission pan. DO YOU KNOW THAT THEY DON’T EVEN PUT A DRAIN PLUG IN THEM ANYMORE!!!!!!! The engineers must be politicians of a certain ilk to be that stupid. I undid the pan so that the fluid started out of the back of the pan. Thank goodness I had a 1 acre size pan under there to catch most of the mess. Then, OF COURSE, there was not enough space between the transmission and the exhaust pipe for it to come out. I had to jack the pipe down and the transmission up to create enough space to spill the rest of the fluid on me. Nasty, nasty, nasty. It was the worst I have ever seen come out of either an engine or transmission. New filter in and pan………….ouch………..grunt……….oof………. #*@!!........back on. Put in the fluid and a transmission treatment…………….Hooray! It moves. With great fear and trepidation, we are driving it and hoping.
Oh yeah…..we have horses too! The “Boys” that have been our youngsters are now old enough to start riding. They have been carrying saddles around a long time, but now they have people in them. Sandi has been riding Buckshot and he is a dream. So compliant and just wants to please. He simply “ho-hums” his way anything we throw at him. Sandi has been a little reticent about Star since he has gotten much taller and is more lively, so he has had the pleasure of carting around my excess baggage. Man, he is really coming along too. He has had only about 3 rides, but all were near perfect for his level. Odakota has become great at all the entry level stuff, but got excited as he was breaking from a walk to a lope……. Have I mentioned how much the crust of the earth has solidified in the past 76 years? It has. When I was young, I just know the ground was softer, but now…….whoooo……..It is really stiff when you hit it from about 5 feet up. I’ve talked to Odakota about that and he is truly chagrined. We’ve started Pogo back in kindergarten since she tossed me off last year and I have not had time to be riding her. She had one minor tizzy when I got on her, but is accepting now. We are riding her in a very confined space yet, but she is doing well.
So even with all the misadventure, we now have 4 ridable mustangs. The young ones about ready to go outside the round pen; Odakota needs to learn to lope without a buck, and Pogo will just come along as we see her doing as she should. I probably pushed her too far too fast last year and I don’t want to repeat that mistake….it was painful. But more than that, I do not want to set a negative pattern on a potentially fabulous creature of God.
Oh the saddle that was for sale! What a laugh! It brought out the scammers by the herd. I won’t go into detail but here is a sad but true story I told one of them: “I shot a skunk the other day. I didn't see him for a long while but I could smell him. When he finally showed up in the pasture, I shot him and then burned the body because of the potential of rabies. I'd do the same again.” I liked a lot of things about the saddle and found out if I did the rigging differently, it would work. I re-rigged and re-blanketed and now it is working fine, particularly with my rotator cuff tears it it weighing only 25 lbs rather than the 40+ of my other. Incidentally, I simply hung the heavier saddle in the barn connected to a winch and now just lower it onto the back or Pogo or Odakota. “Ve get too shoon olde undt too late schmart.”