Next week, my one piece of furniture is to arrive. I ordered a rocker recliner. That will make my downstairs space much more livable for me. Of course, that means the cedar chest with cushions on top will need to find a home in the storage shed for now, and that means I need to address that space as well. I have unloaded some of the stuff from the shed that I didn’t have time to sort before my move, but I still have plenty of stuff that really needs to go.
Once that recliner is in the great room, that will be a place for me to be comfortable and lounge. Right now, I’ve been sitting on a folding chair, or one of the stools for the drop table. I have definitely been living in the space, but I’m not happy with where things are just now. There is more reconfiguring that I need to do.
I also have a softub arriving next week. I have missed having a hot tub for all my aches and pains. This tub is much smaller than the inflatable that I have used in the past, but it will fit on my deck much better. I think it will fit the bill just fine.
For the past two days, I have been cleaning out the horse stalls, and then pressure washing. It’s the pressure washing that really takes everything out of me. I am a bit of a pressure washing maniac. I generally don’t have a stop button, and I like to see the job complete. I find pressure washing very satisfying in general, but I will say that pressure washing the horse stalls is the dirtiest job I can think of. I have actually done it many times in the summer months when I would visit Oregon. One summer, that job was missed, but I can tell you the next summer, the job was even bigger. It works that way I suppose.
I learned last year to never pressure wash wearing crocs. While they seem to be the perfect wet shoe to wear, there is no traction. So last year, I thought I would start with the toughest stall. It’s a double stall, which means, two stalls as one. And it was the first stall we set up. It has a low end, and there is a lot of puddling when pressure washing. Also, the exit into the paddock has the highest step over, so it’s really difficult to get all that water and yes, fecal material, out of the stall into the paddock. I was using a commercial grade power washer with a real kick. Long story short, I found both my feet fly up in the air in front of me, and I landed directly on my coccyx. It turns out, there isn’t anything that you can do for a bruised coccyx. It just needs to run its course (about a month). I thought I’d take a break from pressure washing then, but it was easier to stand than sit, so I pressed on and finished the job.
Over the last two days, I think I spent 10 hours pressure washing the horse stalls, and also the inside of the arena, including the inside of the doors. The first day, I hurt so bad, it even hurt to stand up to take a shower. The second day, I waited until about noon to get started. Mainly because I was still moving slow, but also, I wanted the day to fully warm up. It’s cooler in the arena, but a warm day like the last couple of days, is the perfect way to stay cool. If it was in the 90’s, you couldn’t prove it by me. My hands eventually began to get cold. I was much more comfortable the second day, but I also made a point to take a break every time the pressure washer ran out of gas.
This next week, we will be washing the Gypsy horses we will take to the State Fair. That’s one of the reasons for pressure washing. Hopefully with clean stalls, the horses will stay cleaner. Washing a horse is always a big job, but with the Gypsy horse, all that mane and feather around their hocks, needs to be shampooed, conditioned, and gently combed out repeatedly. That “feathering” is a unique Gypsy horse characteristic.
Well, today is another hot day, but I have chosen to rest my body for much of the day. I will have some things to do later, but I know that I must pace myself. This old gray mare just ain’t what she used to be.