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My husband put new handles on my wheelbarrow, so I grabbed a fork and went out to pick up the paddock. It has been a while since I did this; I was without a horse for about three years, and then last fall I got my current horse. She is actually a large pony that is incredibly low maintenance. Still, after keeping her in a stall with an attached half-acre paddock for a month because of bad weather, it was past time to pick up.
While sending manure piles flying into the wheelbarrow from several feet away (some skills you never lose), I mused about the things that used to occupy mind when I ran a boarding and lesson operation. This horse had pulled a shoe. That one's coat was really blooming since starting on rice bran. Time to buy hay-- and so on.
Nowadays, my thoughts run in other directions. I ask myself questions, many of them unanswerable: Is being proactive really better if it means I mistakenly left my older son at school for an afternoon activity two Fridays early? Why am I apparently the only person in my household who knows how to operate the dishwasher? And, of course, the classic riddle, the ultimate koan of housekeeping: If ammonia is what makes cat pee smell bad, why do we use it as a household cleaner?????
