My brain is having trouble keeping up lately…ok, not just lately, maybe just more than normal. I could swear yesterday was the first day of school and here we are 8 days away from Thanksgiving. Eight days people!
I sent an email out to a group of girlfriends saying “how about we go to this christmas concert on the Dec 22nd?” People replied, “sure!”, “sounds great!” Then my friend Kara replied “sounds lovely, but you are not available that day, you will be at the ranch”. Oh yeah…. You know that saying, “it takes a village to raise a child”? Well, apparently it takes a village to keep me in the right place at the right time. So, in keeping with my current state of random and incoherent thoughts, here is a very random and likely incoherent post on a variety of random things.
This is the tree in our front yard. The leaves are gone now but it sure was pretty for awhile.
I made this Rosemary and Balsamic Vinaigrette Chicken Salad with Roasted Vegetables. I thought it was very good…no one else liked it. They said it was the goat cheese…and the dressing…and the roasted vegetables. It was voted out of the regular rotation 3 to 1.
A displaced radial growth plate fracture of the left wrist. The timing only made things worse, since it occurred right before the second basketball practice of the season. The orthopedic urgent care could not fix it because it required specialists, pins and sedation. So, they sent us downtown to Children’s Hospital. In keeping with the theme of the evening – crummy luck – we then sat in traffic for 45 minutes. Max said, “well at least it didn’t happen in the mountain with Pa trying to get me to the hospital. Think how rough of a ride that would be!”. That’s one way to look at the bright side.
Twenty four hours and a surgery later, we headed home.
The team played in their first tournament this past weekend. They won the first game in double overtime. There were 3 more games but let’s focus not the fact that they won their first game in double overtime! Max is in charge of keeping stats until he can play, hopefully in about 3 weeks. I worked the early shift at the concession stand and learned that people are not all that interested in buying hot dogs at 7:00 am.
Anne finished up another great season of volleyball.
We’ve been watching all the seasons of Family Ties and I have discovered that I still have a crush on Alex P. Keaton.
I saw this recipe in a magazine at the orthodontists office. I was intrigued so I took a picture. I may try it. Hopefully, it will get more votes than the salad did….but it probably won’t.
The Vikings…..it’s a dark and disappointing time to be a Vikings fan. Luckily, we claim dual citizenship (WY and MN) so we still have the Broncos.
Meanwhile….back at the ranch….
After they recovered from Atlas they spent the next several weeks helping neighbors ship, wean and preg test. And then they preg tested our cattle. They sent no pictures. I think they were getting tired by that point. I could hear it in their voices. It had been a long couple of weeks for everyone and I have learned when not to push my luck, so I decided to let the lack of pictures slide this time.
Preg testing is testing the cows to see if they are pregnant. It requires a lot of little sticks for the cows to pee on. No, not really. It actually requires a vet with a long plastic glove. They gather the cows and put them one at time down an alley way that leads to a squeeze chute, which holds the cow still and keeps her calm while the vet internally palpates the uterus (so basically he puts his hand and arm inside the cow until he can feel the uterus). It’s the bovine version of a trip to the gynecologist. The cows that are pregnant then go into one pen and those that are not go into another. Knowing how many calves to expect in the spring helps with planning for the coming year, and depending on how much feed is available for winter, the open, (or non-pregnant cows), may be sold.
Here are a couple of pictures from last years preg testing.
I will try to have more coherent thoughts next time….but don’t get your hopes up.