Yesterday was really an eye-opener for me on many levels. It started with Jer trimming the horses' hooves. Now, many friends know that we are living out of boxes and bags until we get set up and on the new farm. There is no way of finding (right now) our hoof knife, nippers, etc. Jer has his chisels, hammer and hoof rasp for trimming Susie's loaded hooves since she cannot support herself on the injured leg for long... well, he trimmed Majic (brilliantly!) with the chisels and my boy was very good about the "new' technique. Then we started on Susie's loaded front hoof and she just kept moving each time Jer got set to score the wall around before trimming. It was as if she just needed to move and I felt very impatient (no excuses - Susie is an angel; I just haven't "come back" totally yet!). So Jerry finally finished the front hoof (he is never impatient) with me holding her and we decided to wait on the hind until she rested a few days. Okay - last night my big toenail finally released from my toe; all except the outside edge. It had been stepped on months ago and got all knarly... when I tried to trim it back, my foot cramped (such a weinie!), so Jer took over. I was so jumpy about it I surprised myself. I had to have a few moments before I could let him have at my toe with the scissors. And it was awful - I was unable to hold still at first. Then I remembered Susie. Wow, what a lesson in empathy! Life just slaps me with lessons all the time!
