First things first, news on the grey lady. I had the vet out and the consensus was no signs of an abscess (about to burst or otherwise). Since she is moving well on tight circles and straight lines my vet suspects she just bruised her foot when she pulled the shoe and its just healing. So we are allowed to proceed with caution once I can get my farrier back to tack her shoe back on. What with the holidays and him living over an hour away it may not be for a week or so but at this point it’s not such a big deal. I can safely quit my drama queen wallowing for the time being. Ha! I’m looking forward to putting my butt back in that saddle soon, needless to say!
Isn’t it funny how sometimes the universe just gives you what you need at the exact right time? As I made a little too abundantly clear in my last post, I have been stuck in the quagmires of some super fun seasonal funk magnified by minor horse drama. Let me just say that 1: I hate having emotions and 2: I hate communicating to others about said emotions. So PRAISE GAIA that the days are officially getting longer and that Phoebe is on the mend from her own clumsiness.
My mom moved recently and in helping her pack/unpack we came across this little box with a brand some of you (especially those of you in cowboy country) may recognize.
Yep. My Papa Jerry (who passed away in 1992) at some point in what my mom guesses was the late 70’s bought this pair of Lucchese boots. They have the lemonwood pegs holding the sole to the boot instead of glue and everything.
In the original box, original cardboard trees, the polish and conditioner I am sure he bought with them, and polished to a freaking mirror shine.
And guess who’s big old feet fit in them? That’s right, mine.
My Papa Jerry was a spectacular human. From all accounts he was generous and compassionate, lived a life of integrity, had a wicked sense of humor, and was incredibly successful in the lumber industry. And I can now, quite literally, walk in his shoes.
What a gift.