The day started out with me rushing down to feed Snip; directly after I stuffed my sheets into the washing machine. I think that she can probably handle it from here on out. Anyway, as soon as I got back, I did Grandpa's therapy. Katherine did a great job of keeping him loose while I was 'cripple' (that's what he has called me).
I went to go hang the laundry on the line and I looked up to see a white pick-up truck with a round hay bale in the back slowing down. "Oh," thinks I, "That must be Mr. A." So I trotted to the front yard and opened the gate into the pasture for him. Daddy came out with the check and helped Mr. A unload the hay. I helped flip the roll over :) Our hay man kind of laughed and said, "I ought to take her with me on my rounds." I was just standing there so I figured I might as well be helpful.
Then I rushed off again to hang up my sheets, put on another load of laundry, and practice my guitar. By this time Mama was cooking Granddaddy's lunch. She asked me to take it over so I did. Granddaddy was ready to eat when I arrived, in fact, he already had the TV off. He is eating better and ate all of his food except for around two bites of meat and two of cole slaw. When he's done, he's done...no matter what there is left on his plate :)
Snip handled pretty well today. I didn't have to fight him too much and he wasn't as lazy as he was yesterday, even though it was hotter. I tried to do what someone told me too...but it didn't work exactly like it was supposed to. Galloping him in a big circle and then closing it up until he is spinning in one spot isn't a one-day event. (I need to find out why spinning is so important. Actually, I know...I think, but I want to remind myself :) ) I found myself at one point panting harder than he was! I thought that rather strange since he was the one doing all the running and all I was doing was sitting on him hanging on! (Really though, horse riding uses a mirad of muscles from your toes and fingers to your neck and core.) Thankfully though, my feet didn't cramp up like they did yesteraday. If my arch supports slip so that they hit me in the wrong spot they can really make my feet hurt.
Blah, blah, blah...what else would you like to know? (I really ought not do this at night, I ramble about the most absurd things sometimes.) Hey! What's that? Is Katherine practicing her fife??