Monday, November 1, 2010

It's that time of year again...

NaBloPoMo!
Though I don't join (not a joiner, me), I do the work. This will be my third year of self-flagellation posting daily for the month of November.
So, I'll open with a Madman progress report. He's now had two PT sessions (the first was only 48 hours after the surgery, which seemed awfully soon to me...) and is doing well. He's gone from crutches to furniture-walking (and how I adore that term!) to walking unaided. Well, hobbling unaided, but the progress is clearly visible. With his eye firmly on the prize, he's keeping up with the deer talk in the area - who's seen deer, and where, and how they were behaving. Hunting season is one powerful carrot on a stick.
Frankly, I'll just be glad when he's healed enough to carry big sacks of animal feed again. Apparently, the sight of a 100-lb woman staggering up a hill with a 50-lb sack of grain is either amusing or guilt-inducing, depending on whether you're a sheep or Madman. (Those little fuzzlumps thought I couldn't hear them tittering behind their hooves...) I'd been watching the feed level in the galvanized can we use for storage falling lower and lower, but had been hoping that Madman would be back up to par before the time came to refill it. I tried talking the sheep into going on reduced rations to stretch out the feed, but they didn't think it was fair for them to have to go on a diet just because the female member of the staff was too lazy to carry a piddling little 50-lb bag up a steep hill.
*sigh*
It's amazing what you can do if you put your mind to it.

6 comments:

kmkat said...

Here you go:
http://tinyurl.com/3y2yvp6

Erika said...

Oh, I just complained about this on Twitter! And I only have to carry one sack a month, and it's only down the driveway and around the corner to my deck. Maybe 50 feet. Not uphill, either!

But DANG those sacks are heavy!

Bullwinkle said...

And a good workout it is!!

I also had this conversation with Dude. ("No, Dude. I "can't" actually lift the 90 lb bag of cement...") So he let me carry the other stuff (mulch, dirt, ...)

Laurie said...

Have one word for you: equipment. You need a small handtruck. Otherwise, Madman will have to nurse you through YOUR surgery (take your pick: knee, back, cardiac bypass).

Cookie said...

Be careful! The last thing you need is a bad back while Madman is on the mend.

Angie said...

You are the woman! Me, I hate to even carry groceries. Yay for Madman progress. Did I tell you my mom has seen an albino buck on our hunting grounds? :D