Gettin’ ‘er done without blowing away!

Today was set aside to get things prepared for winter.  The temps were supposed to be nice and we didn’t want to wait for cold weather.   I heard the wind while still in bed.  I find it difficult to drag myself out of bed when the wind is trying to pry shingles off my roof.

But my 3 legged Jake said it was necessary.  So half-asleep I hook up the leash and out we go.  Whoooooooaa!   We almost got knocked over.  When he was done, I checked the wind speed.   38 MPH !!  Well that put a little kink in my plans!
Today was my Dad’s birthday.  I miss him incredibly.  I saw  this amazing sight outside my bedroom window!  I like to think maybe that was Dad paying me a visit.   🙂

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I decided we might as well go into town – maybe the wind will die down.   It turned out be a trip with lots of sights.

First, so many Pronghorn Antelope I couldn’t get them all in the picture.

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Then like out of the movie “The Birds”, there was a HUGE flock that all seemed to dive and swoop all together.

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The favorite spot for the dogs to be in the car is to have their heads between the car seats.  Sometimes they are polite and share the space.

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And sometimes they don’t.

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And sometimes they beg for interference.

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I’m wondering……is this supposed to be an incentive?

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Seriously?

 

Back home a lot more got done than I expected.  Take down screen door and put in glass storm door insert.  Done.  (But broke a fingernail)    Patio furniture and grill into garage storage.  Done.    Heating element put into horse trough.   Done.  (Broken nail #2)  Also  changed out the buckets in each stall for heated ones.  So I felt pretty accomplished after all even though the wind stayed between the teens and twenties the whole time.   I also was reminded that ranch work and fingernails do not go together.  (something like running and toenails!)

I hope you had a great weekend and feel ready to start the new week.

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Lets get out there and keep moving,

One step at a time,

Anne

 

 

 

 

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