(written on June 1st from notes taken previously)
Today is a blur, as seems to be the case on a regular basis since I’ve been back here in South Dakota.
I saw Heather off to work and then proceeded to let River out to munch on some grass. Well, he did what he did to me last year as well, lulled me to sleep because he was so obedient and just stayed nearby munching.
Well, today, he didn’t do that. He walked right into the other field (the neighbor’s field) and wouldn’t come back.
It looked like he was going to try and go all the way up to the property way up the hill where the other horses are in the neighborhood.
I was not about to let that happen, so I cut him off, and tried to get him back, but just as I was almost arm’s length from being able to grab the rope attached to his halter, he took off again.
I wasn’t happy. 😠
Miraculously, I think I managed to keep my tongue in check? But I did do something that I shouldn’t have: I went chasing after him–running.
He ran around the entire perimeter of the horse enclosure before finally stopping all the way back at the entrance where I had taken him out.
Gratefully, he let me grab him and put him back in, but I wasn’t happy with him.
At all. 😠
I probably should have looked it up first, because I don’t know if it was an effective punishment or not, but I tied his rope off to the fence while I got the other halter for Fiona and took her out to munch on some grass herself.
I thought maybe I’d leave him there tied up for an hour (right next to the water, so he’d have something to drink) to think about what he’d done, so to speak, but I didn’t Google to check to see if that was even an effective measure to take.
It probably wasn’t, and he managed to untie himself somehow anyway. 😆
I spent some time working on my great file sorting project before heading over to help Otto with his dump truck again.
Otto wasn’t tThat not only was there when I first got there but arrived maybe 15 minutes later. As I was working on everything, I realized that it just wasn’t worth saving, in my opinion, but it was also leaking.
I was kind of glad that it was leaking, because it made it easier to be able to make a stronger recommendation to find another tank.
Unfortunately, after spending nearly an hour and a half trying to find a replacement tank for him, I couldn’t. I even had the exact part number for the tank, but nobody sold a part that would even cross-reference to it.
The best I had been able to come up with during all that searching was one of those aftermarket tanks that people usually put as a secondary tank in the bed of their pickup truck and company that made custom tanks that had a couple of standard sizes that theoretically would fit in the slot, one of them with additional adjustments to make it work.
So I gave Otto the information, and he’s going to see what he can figure out. He’s got a guy who’s good at finding stuff, so maybe that person will be better at finding a tank than I was. 🤞
I chatted with Otto again about his cistern setup, this time taking some pictures of what everything looks like to have a better understanding.
I’m learning slowly. 🙃
After spending a good while there at Otto’s place, I headed over to neighbor Darrin’s place and spent probably a good two or three hours just hanging out with the neighbors chatting.
Good stuff. 😊
I also chatted with him a little bit about what he’s done with his cistern, and he showed me the way he had it all set up, so that helped me understand a little bit more.
Many thanks to my neighbors. 🙏
When Heather and Hans got home, I did the same thing with them (just hanging out) before veging a little bit and crashing for the night.
Lift the world.
Bring it on.
~ stephen
Lift the World 