The day was underway shortly after 7, with S outside watering the little evergreens to the south, coffee in hand. He bustled around gathering the last few things for the trailer, including a freshly cut watermelon. I made my coffee, doctored Harley's chin and eye, then headed out to toss hay to the diet pen crew. They are clearly enjoying their new shelter, and I actually startled them when I walked over to check on them.
Yesterday was Stella's sixth birthday. She may be a high-preservation cat, but she still has many years of service ahead of her if she hopes to rival Mr. Jenkins and his impressive tenure on the ranch.
S left for town with the trailer before 9, determined not to lose his spot at the campground. Meanwhile, I put on my accounting hat for the morning, finalizing B's loan paperwork and balancing accounts. I also finished and published yesterday's blog before getting ready for our trip to the city after letting the chubs out.
B arrived around 11 to pick us up with S arriving back from town just before her. Her mission for the day was simple: find a new felt hat for rodeo season.
On the drive, S informed us there had been a dead, dehydrated mouse in one of the trailer traps—not exactly the sort of campground discovery anyone hopes for. Once we arrived at Smithbilt Hats, B was disappointed to discover the color she had her heart set on started at $800. Needless to say, that option was quickly crossed off the list. S, however, spent some time browsing, found one he liked, had it shaped, and before long we were headed back to the ranch, arriving shortly after 1:30. B quickly jetted back to town for her 2 p.m. appointment.
Inside, the robot vacuum was attempting to do its job but once again developed a case of the "spaghetti patterns." After multiple rounds of troubleshooting, resets, and remapping, it finally gave up entirely with a dead battery. The battle between technology and this household continues.
B returned around 7:30, caught Roo, and headed off for a ride despite the lingering 28°C heat. This heatwave is expected to stick around until Saturday, with temperatures forecast to climb to 32°C.
S made it back from the campground after 8, having spent the afternoon visiting with friends. Meanwhile, I had already caught Hank—which, surprisingly, happened on the first try—and put him back in the diet pen before helping myself to a fresh pea feed from the garden.
After her golden hour ride, B fed the ponies. I helped her put Jimmy's bug sheet on, and she, in turn, helped shave Harley's hot spot on her chin after we cleaned it up. I applied more steroid cream and gave Harley her 4CYTE. The bottle is nearly empty now, and unfortunately, I haven't noticed much improvement. Perhaps a visit to the chiropractor is in her future.
With the chores finished and B heading home, S wandered out to the pea patch before settling into the hot tub. I spent the evening watching Elle before switching over to Little House on the Prairie once he came back inside—although he didn't make it very far before falling asleep.
Summer seems to have settled in with a vengeance this July. The days are hot, the gardens are producing, the horses are content in their new shelter, and Harley continues to remind me that growing older brings its own set of challenges. Still, these ordinary days—filled with errands, animals, and evening rides—are often the ones worth remembering most.


























































