2025

It is the year 2025.  If you are reading this you made it.  So, Happy New Year.

Last year wasn’t the greatest of years but it’s over.  We made it, we won.  I’m hopeful the coming year will be better, but you never know.

So far this year I haven’t had any surgeries, which is good.  However, tomorrow I have my first appointment with the surgeon who performed last years back surgery.  After tomorrow I may never need his services again. 

I’m not sure if it will happen but I might be possible to never hear “no bending, lifting, and twisting” again.  ALTHOUGH maybe you realize how many of the daily chores, I have been able to sneak into Elaine’s list of responsibilities.  I’m going to miss that.

If you read my recent story about Small Frys, the yak, try to get into the neighbors’ pasture, I have a second chapter to add to the story.  If you need to go back and read chapter one.  Most mornings I get up before Elaine to let the dogs out.  This does not involve any “bending, lifting, or twisting” so Elaine is more than happy to let me get up one to two hours before her.  Remember, Elaine works from the house so there is no need for her to get ready for work.  When she climbs out of bed and turns the computer on, she’s at work.

I let the dogs out and head for a recliner for the morning news and weather.  Believe it or not there have been times I have fallen asleep in my recliner.  New Year’s Day was one of those times.  There I was, enjoying my nap, when I heard Elaine’s voice, “Gordon (White -face) is gone, don’t you hear Goose (Black-face) barking?”  “I guess not, but I hear you”

Elaine:  Gordon is at the neighbors Me:  Which neighbor’s? Elaine:  That neighbors! Me:  Have they called? Elaine:  Not yet

Gordon likes to ride in the car.  If he decides to run a bit, he expects someone to pick him up in the car.  It’s a game.  I got dressed, got in the car and drove down the road to the neighbor driveway.  Gordon met me in the road and waited patiently for me to open a door.

I’m not sure how long Gordon was out (I was asleep) because he was clearly exhausted and looking at me like, “What took so long?”  Elaine and Goose were at the door waiting for Gordon to arrive home.

Me:  What? Elaine:  They called, twice, using her phone and then his Me:  They must be angry Elaine:  They said our dogs are in with their OLD horses (Factually inaccurate, Goose never left the house. Me:  They haven’t been happy since the election.  I’m sure Gordon is sorry> BTW he is limping.

We have a large herd of deer that spend the day either on our property or the neighbors’ property, that neighbor.  Gordon (and Goose for that matter prefer the deer are not on our property and will do what is necessary to move them across the street.  The horses don’t run so there is no thrill in chasing them.  Deer run.  Do you see the game we play here?

It looks like 2025 is going to be a ride.  Hang on!

God bless, Love ya, 300(+) days till Christmas

Our crazy lives!

Monner