Stayed there in bed for a bit, giving him calm strokes. He did fine with that until Herself woke up too, then he got up to go sit with her at the water closet. After that, according to Houdini, time to be up arrived. So we got up and Herself started the coffee. A true power Blip raised our eyebrows, but coffee got made without any interruption in electrical service, and the biggest problem proved to be heavy enough rain that the Sky TV received no signal. Instead of watching the Weather Channel, we watched previously recorded material... and checked the Weather Channel on our iPhones while we sat there. Oh Look, we'd say, and show each other the newest weather map update during a lightning flash.
It slowed down to steady rain by the time I needed to leave for my doctor's appointment this morning, follow up with a urologist to see if regular visits will keep Mr. Stone(s) away. Heading down the private road, the Horses stood in the drive by their feed barrels. They're not supposed to be there. They're supposed to be in their paddock, so something happened. They stood calmly as I drove by, and I stopped to close the gate behind me. Then I looked about and saw the spot of fence down, posts pushed over. Most likely, I though, Someone (Stormy) was reaching across the fence to graze grass on the other side. Someone might have been spooked by the weather, though. Texted Herself to let her know.
Drove slow along the road and scoped out that fence line, then pulled off the road by our east side to see what I could see along the east fence line. Didn't see anything else down. Answered the phone while sitting there, Herself Calling, getting some details about what I'd seen and what it looked like. Then continued on into town for appointment.
Got a bit of a shopping list sent to me later. Antibiotic spray and leg wraps for Stormy. Sage also received a couple small wounds, but Stormy obviously got her front legs a bit tangled in the fence wire, a couple of small evulsion injuries on one leg and some punctures on the other. Halters on, lead line on, and in turn they stood while I held them and Herself washed and dressed the wounds. They are her horses, don't you ever forget that now. But for some reason they stand and hold a bit better when I'm holding the line and talking to them...
Fence patched, needs more maintenance. And of course this happens when I'm on a stretch of weekend shifts, and prepping for an out of town event. The fence is patched. It should hold them in. It does need some maintenance. Then again, we put it in some (mumbly mumble) years ago. Bit of a story, that. Not for today.
Good news from the urologist. No stones, no indication of any stones, blood work indicates no changes so what we did do to change things six months back seems to be working. We'll keep doing that.
Also stopped on the way home to pick up the last pre-cut mats I need to finish matting for the Necronomicon show. Then bag and tag, and we'll be good to go.
Exciting, not so much.
Oh, and Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, eh?
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