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Friday, February 5th... It rained heavy for 7 straight hours, and Jenny Hartman brought delicious cupcakes made from scratch. Pony Boy stood drenched at our back door, waiting for a taste. The night was long. Dark and gloomy. And now they say lots more rain on the way. Mud up to my 6th chin. Better Homes & Gardens will not be calling for a photo spread.
Horses in trouble at so called rescue ranches. Horses in trouble with private owners. Standing in knee deep mud for days and weeks at a time. No place to rest. No place to eat. Frantic owners begging for help.
There is a town called Winters, just 20 minutes away. Already this morning, I helped pull an old gelding from deep mud. To be truthful, I was no help at all. My tired old back killing me. While others huffed and puffed and pushed, I leaned against a tree and tried to appear useful. More than a dozen friends there to help, including Mike, who has arms the size of a Volkswagen. It only took a few minutes, and the old gelding was standing on a concrete driveway. He dove into his tub of grain like I dive into a chocolate bar from Yummy-Dummy. Tori brought a thermos of Peets coffee. Angela had a box of glazed doughnuts made by Raleys.
We have electricity, a dial tone, cupcakes, and an episode of House on the DVR. Despite storm after storm, things could be worse. Much worse.
Looking forward to spring, our many Tbkids programs, the first fly, bees, wasps, spiders, shedding winter hair, birds building their nests in all the wrong places, putting away mud boots, the first pitch, the first barbecue of 2010, the first customer who wants child proof and sound. Fencing to mend. Weeds to pull.
And congratulations Angela. Tomorrow she is married to Antonio. A new beginning. Party time in Sacramento.
Joe
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