Friday, May 8, 2009

From Frozen To Roasted

It's hot. No, hotter than that. Again we come to the vagarities of weather when you work outside.

In the space of seven days we go from 50 degree highs to the high eighties, and I don't think my circulation has quite caught up yet. I do love the warmth much more than I ever like being cold, but horseshoeing itself is toasty-making.

Still, trimming the spring babies is so much fun. I got to trim four cute babies today, none more than four months old. Because we're trimming them this way, they'll grow up with healthy legs and feet instead of getting deformities, so that always makes me happy. Plus they're about as cute as anything can be.

Monday, May 4, 2009

To Travel, Or Not To Travel, That's A Question?

This traveling thing is getting on my last nerve. I work in Arkansas and Tennessee, yet for the moment I live in Kansas. At least, my husband, father, children and assorted critters live in Kansas. I live out of bags, it seems.

I'm glad I bought a house, but selling it in the current market is going to be . . interesting. I suppose I'll just have to rent it out for a while, because I can't afford to take much less than what I paid for it. However, I can't leave my family up here while spending a month away at a time, that's no way to live.

At the same time, I might as well try and give up air as give up horseshoeing. I found out a while back that horseshoeing is a way of life, not a job I can leave behind at the end of the day.

Oh well, we'll get it sorted out eventually. Until then, I'm happy to be blessed with a generous and patient husband.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

The Joys of Weather

Ick. Ick ick ick ick ick. That's what I have to say about today's shoeing.

It has rained here in Arkansas for three days straight, and we had to be out in it to trim five horses this afternoon. We also helped a vet move from her old clinic to a new one, but the new one had flooded due to a debris blocked creek. All in all, it was a miserably wet day.

Oh well, horseshoeing goes on in all kinds of weather. The only time I truly hate doing it is when it gets too cold, which I rate as 15 degrees F if I have to do it outside, lower if I have somewhere out of the wind. After all, horses are Ice Age critters, right?

Now, I've got to put all my clothing in the dryer because I was soaked to the skin.