I meant to write in my blog many times over the past three weeks. But, the Friday after I took Tacoma's written test my horse (the one I keep trying to sell) colicked really bad. I was up most of the night with her and was pretty sure she was a goner for most of the time. I went to work late the next day and next to no sleep and tried to write a blog that night, super cracked out on emotions and little sleep. It ended up being so long, and only part way done, so I gave up on blogging for the night. And apparently for the past three weeks as well. Here is a summary of what's happened in the past three weeks:
I managed to spend over $800 on my horses in the course of two weeks. Maddie hurt her leg, then she colicked, then she and my other mare were due for their teeth being floated and getting spring shots. No good. That doesn't even count regular trips to the feed store where hay is now $26 a bale.
Al and I got matching tattoos. It was her idea, this picture that had hung in the same spot all growing up. It's just a sketch of two birds on a wire that my mom bought at the U Street Fair when she was UW student. Al got her's below her neck and I got mine on my left rib cage. Worst pain ever. Seriously. I was sweating so bad I saturated my shorts, it looked like I peed my pants when I finally got up. I had to take a break when I started to get light-headed. I couldn't take my mind off it, even though they were playing Hank III. I thought I was going to puke or pass out. Turns out that's one of the more sensitive spots you can get tattooed. I don't know if the tattoo lady was just throwing me a bone by saying that but at least I didn't pass out and crap my pants like someone else she told me about. She did an awesome job on the tattoo and besides being slimy and itchy and oozing for a while afterwards it healed nicely.
Gay Pride happened. Apparently Tara does not care for Seattle Public Utility.
My uncle got married on the Fourth of July. That was rad. Kristi is his new wife and she's a great lady and has a really cute little boy, Reece.
We finished the chicken coop, actually on the Fourth of July. Molly and I got up at 6:30 to finish putting wire on the run. The door didn't hang well so that ended up being big slabs of plywood tacked in place. But that bitch is finally done.
Our garden is doing super well. The tomatoes are huge and starting to flower. The zucchini all of a sudden decided it wanted to actually grow. Same with the acorn squash. The tomatillos are giant. The lettuce is out of control and threatening to bolt every time it gets a couple good days of sun. The broccoli is beginning to get little florets. The only thing refusing to f-ing grow is the peppers. I even planted the onions and leeks today so they would finally get out of their pots.
I passed my written test with Tacoma. I scored a 91 (better than I thought). They don't rank you individually like Seattle Fire does. You get a rank based on your score and share that rank with everyone else that got the same score. I ranked 15th. My friend from North got that same rank last year and she's half way through probation with them now. I'm taking that as a good luck omen. I just need to train my ass off for the physical. Yesterday I drug a tire up a grass hill at my mom's. That wasn't terrible so I attached a cinder block that would catch when I was 1/4 of the way up the hill. All-in-all it probably only weighed 50 pounds. But if you drag it up a hill for 140 feet and that damn cinder block gets stuck in divets and flops over clumps of dried grass, it feels damn heavy.
And I found out my uncle has kidney cancer. He's my dad's older brother. I haven't talked to my cousins but I hope they're doing well. I should get in touch with them to see how they're doing. I talked to my uncle for about half an hour a couple days ago. He had to have surgery on his carotid artery because it had partial blockage. They had to first take care of that before scheduling him for his kidney surgery (next month). He's doing well. He didn't talk much at all about the cancer but had a really good attitude. I admire him a lot for his outlook. I am eager for him to have the treatment though so he can begin healing. I want to talk to my dad about it but he didn't seem to want to say much last time. It makes me nervous. I don't want to talk too much or too little but I want to do right by my dad and uncle.
That's been the past few weeks.
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