The First Weekend of the School Year (The Backlog!)

School started, but that doesn't mean anything else stopped! I had to prep the pole barn for a hay delivery.

Carrie's eyes were glued to the weather report. There was rain on the horizon and she was praying the hay would arrive dry and get put away dry.

I could see the storm clouds rolling in.

I watched from a distance while I walked Kila and Loki. The hay people were using a tractor and had brought their dog, so it was better to keep the pups at a safe distance (mostly so Kila wouldn't freak out and run away!).

There had been some sort of 'sale,' so Carrie jumped to order early for winter.

Carrie plans to do a lot more riding with Oak Ridge Hunt club this year.

Jess and Indy said they'd be happy to join up whenever she trailers out!

Carrie hopes to get Eowyn back into shape.

It's not 100% yet, but Carrie is leaning towards selling Eowyn. Eowyn is eager to ride off property, but she's resistant to doing much on property. Is it because of Kitsune? Is it because she's being a brat? We don't know. But if she's opposed to being ridden here, it could be time for her to move on.

Carrie did more than trailer horses this weekend. She also drove the mower to Richmond.

After the sprayer pump died, she picked up a replacement. I installed it, but it didn't work either. I thought there could be a bad wire somewhere. The retailer said they'd replace the new unit if it was faulty, but we needed to return in. Carrie, the overachiever, brought the whole setup, so it could be tested on the spot!

It was a bad wire. The wire that connected the pump to the sprayer was dead. The retailer swapped it out for no cost and we were ready to spray.....not that we ever did. Carrie wanted to do it herself, but months later I can say it never happened. Whoops.

Shane went along for the ride. They met up with Grandma and Grandpa in Richmond did a Bucket swap (99% sure she was going back home to be with them!).

I forget exactly what I did while they were got, but it wasn't blogging. I took a picture of polywire lines from the fields, so it's possible I went out and took down more of the bottom lines that were grounding out.

Carrie got Shane back in time for a youth group event at church. I *think* it was themed "Anything but a bowl for ice cream." There was a competition to bring in the weirdest things. I'd brought a couple things for Shane, but there were way more creative things out there. One student brought a cored out watermelon. Another brought something like an old flatscreen TV!

I stayed down the hill while Carrie drove back to the house. I participated on Sunday when the church paid for a snow-cone truck to park out front!

Shane and I waited in line with Ed and Samuel. We met Ed and Samuel years ago at the End Games for Pokemon League Night. Samuel's a 6th grader and new member of the youth group, too! (Though he doesn't show up on Wednesday nights, because of baseball practice unfortunately).

Sunday evening, I took Shane to the end of the year party at Scottsville Pool.

It was packed! 

Shane never really got a pool friend. He was recognized by lots of groups, but never found one of his own. Some of that may be due to his people skills, but I'm hoping the youth group is where he really plugs in anyways.

He was thrilled with all the food. I think eating was the only time he bothered to sit with me and it may be because I made him!

Shane wanted to be wherever the other kids were. He happily inserted himself into the volleyball game. 

I was happy to see that he ended up playing around with another kid after the majority migrated away. It was someone he recognized from school.

"What's his name?" I asked.

Shane shrugged. He didn't know! 

I encouraged Shane to find it out. I also said I'd be happy to set up a time they could hang out if Shane got his contact information. That didn't happen, but Shane did find out the boy's name......the next week! I can't remember it now writing this right before Christmas! 

It was a full weekend. I fell asleep Sunday tired, but feeling successful at living a life worth living.