Coming in for a soft landing

It's been a rough weekend on the heart. Saturday morning Oreo was much worse, which didn't make sense until I learned that Rick had given her some steroid with the sub-cu fluids on Friday. Once that wore off, there was little left in her but breath. Rick finally ended her suffering today (a rotten job, especially on Fathers Day), right after I learned that Sara had lost her little lamb on Friday. When I looked up and saw a hole in the clouds, all I could think of were the holes in our hearts....

I did manage to get Bridget sheared this morning. No 'before' photo, as I didn't take off her coat until I had sheared off her trashy neck fleece. I was expecting her to be difficult (she's loud, pushy, and spoiled from being a short-term bottle baby) but she was actually very good – and easy to shear.

There was no time to harvest the last waiting fleece (Bernadette's) before I needed to get my horse ready for a dressage lesson – but my student didn't show up. 😒 Then Rick and Brian wanted me to go with them to try out a little fishing boat they had borrowed, and I didn't feel I could say "no" with it being Fathers Day and all.

It was a beautiful day to be on Henry Hagg Lake (said a LOT of people), but the boat itself was a little nerve-racking. I managed to knit a few rounds but mostly just hung on – and took a few photos.

Rick wasn't entirely comfortable with the boat, either, but Brian loved it!

The sun was setting on as we neared home, and the sky put on an amazing show. Reveling in such beauty crowded out all other trauma for awhile; it really was a balm to the soul.

That's it for now from Gilead . . .