The sound of displaced bones/discs followed every prod poke and squeeze. When Dave the chiropractor said “relax” before he gave me a bear hug and tried to snap my neck, I asked him if he had graduated out of sadist school. Dave is built like a muscular little power house, Dave does magic and when my bones creak and my body aches, when being beat up, twisted and pounded back into shape is preferable to taking yet another Ibuprofen ( or two or three)….I say “thank you very much and when would you like to abuse my body again ?” Thank you Dave the Key Center Chiropractor for taking such good care of me….I THINK I feel much better !!!
MJ, Fox 13 meteorologist clearly got it all wrong today. There I was, looking for all the world like a Sumo warrior with a weight problem. So many layers of clothes on I no longer knew where I started and where I finished, topped off with copious layers of rain gear ( that I fear is no longer rain proof)…..and the sun shone. The cobalt blue sky was cloud free and it was so warm it was almost possible to watch the grass grow and the leaves bud.
Alicia and Danielle our two goat does, are both looking extremely maternal are both hopefully in the final week of their five month pregnancy. Both have become remarkably similar in shape to a battleship in dry dock. If their excessive size is not the result of Macho the very smelly buck faithfully executing his “duties”, we are going to have to consider them all clinically obese and seriously reconsider our feeding programme. In the sheep pen, all the ewes are equally rounded and it is patently obvious from whence the fond term “ pasture maggots” originated ! Rodney the ram is beginning to look under employed. Within the next few weeks the barn walls will echo with the calls of frustrated, frazzled moms and the incessant bleating of their displaced offspring.
Even at five foot nine inches ( maybe five foot five after my run in with the chiropractor today, smile) Quest our big Shire gelding is huge. Standing at the pasture gate with his head collar in hand, looking up at our “gentle giant” it is hard not to be intimidated by his size. Today we decided that physically Quest has recovered enough body mass to carry a saddle and it was time we resumed his training. Actually,….come to think about it, “ we” didn’t, Greg did ! There I was, fresh out of Dave the Chiropractor’s torture chamber, wearing my body armour back brace, under the influence of a couple of Acetaminophen and I found myself perched high up on the broad back of our enormous bay Shire gelding. Probably NOT quite what the doctor would have ordered but you know what…….it felt AMAZING.
Well, it’s past 9pm which means it’s past bedtime. These old bones are pleading with me to call it a day and I feel happy to oblige.
Take care, keep safe, M
MJ, Fox 13 meteorologist clearly got it all wrong today. There I was, looking for all the world like a Sumo warrior with a weight problem. So many layers of clothes on I no longer knew where I started and where I finished, topped off with copious layers of rain gear ( that I fear is no longer rain proof)…..and the sun shone. The cobalt blue sky was cloud free and it was so warm it was almost possible to watch the grass grow and the leaves bud.
Alicia and Danielle our two goat does, are both looking extremely maternal are both hopefully in the final week of their five month pregnancy. Both have become remarkably similar in shape to a battleship in dry dock. If their excessive size is not the result of Macho the very smelly buck faithfully executing his “duties”, we are going to have to consider them all clinically obese and seriously reconsider our feeding programme. In the sheep pen, all the ewes are equally rounded and it is patently obvious from whence the fond term “ pasture maggots” originated ! Rodney the ram is beginning to look under employed. Within the next few weeks the barn walls will echo with the calls of frustrated, frazzled moms and the incessant bleating of their displaced offspring.
Even at five foot nine inches ( maybe five foot five after my run in with the chiropractor today, smile) Quest our big Shire gelding is huge. Standing at the pasture gate with his head collar in hand, looking up at our “gentle giant” it is hard not to be intimidated by his size. Today we decided that physically Quest has recovered enough body mass to carry a saddle and it was time we resumed his training. Actually,….come to think about it, “ we” didn’t, Greg did ! There I was, fresh out of Dave the Chiropractor’s torture chamber, wearing my body armour back brace, under the influence of a couple of Acetaminophen and I found myself perched high up on the broad back of our enormous bay Shire gelding. Probably NOT quite what the doctor would have ordered but you know what…….it felt AMAZING.
Well, it’s past 9pm which means it’s past bedtime. These old bones are pleading with me to call it a day and I feel happy to oblige.
Take care, keep safe, M
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