Ever just want to kill your spouse?  Maybe trade them in for a housekeeper/handyman? Someone who will just take orders and not question your judgement?

Today was like that.

This place is so far out that we get Hughesnet.  Not a wonderful service, but usually adequate for our needs.

I get the 20 gigs a month. We ran out of this month's allowance in 10 days.  I suspect (but don't know for sure) that the men in my life are streaming porno.  I call a family meeting and explain the situation.  We now face 20 days with next to no Internet.  I have a problem.  I'm taking online ALA classes for the next month.  Both my son and my husband deny doing anything more than reading fanfiction and comics.  "How about streaming music or radio broadcasts?" I ask.   "As it is, I pay for the Internet and I'm going to be shelling out $10.00 a day extra so I can do my class work."

My husband's reply "There are other sources of Internet available.  You can poach at the library." In my opinion, this over looks two things: 1) the library closes at 6 pm.  I get off work between 4:00 and 4:30 pm.  I need to get home in the light so I can care for my horses, which is why we are out in the middle of nowhere in the first place.  Driving 20 miles back to town so I can sit in my car in the dark while I poach the library's Internet just doesn't sit well.  I'm apt to fall asleep in my car while studying. That would be a nine day's wonder in our little town.  I can see the headlines "Middle School Librarian Found Sleeping In Her Car. Town Investigates Causes.  and 2) I PAY FOR THE INTERNET!

My suggestion was that no one but me be allowed to use the Internet connection for the next two months. Husband can go poach at the library.  Son offered to pay for the daily Internet that I would use to take my class.  That may fix the problem, but doesn't solve it.  I PAY FOR THE INTERNET; I should be able to use it when I get home.

On to other topic.  I just saw a firefly flashing his (or her) little heart out.  I've never seen one flying in October before.

The vet comes tomorrow to check on the mares.  They are eating well and seem to have calmed down considerably.  I've taken some cell phone photos of them.  I've just been too busy/tired to upload and blog about them.

They're Here.

I'm going to abandon (for now) the description of our area and dwell on two of my horses that arrived here today.

I own two saddlebred mares. One is 6 and the other is 16.  Harlem is the 6 year old.  She is dark bay and about 16 hands.  Rumor is the 16 year old.  She is chestnut and 15.3.  Both have been living away from me for the past two years.  The person I was boarding them with and I got into a disagreement over boarding fees and we had to have it settled by mediation with lawyers.  The up shot of the mediation is I now have my horses back.  They are thin, body score 3, ungroomed, with mane is knots,  not shiny at all.  I haven't had a good look at their hooves. Haven't been handled recently and keep trotting away from us.  Don't even want apples.

Anyhow, they arrived here at around 4:15 pm. 3 hours before they were suppose to show up.  I was still at work. Jon was here and directed where the horses were to go (into the round pen).  Then the driver wanted the code for payment.  Jon of course had no idea about any code.  About this time I showed up, much to Jon's relief, and got the payment code.   The horses were settled into the round pen, cropping grass as if they had never see it before.  Jon tossed out a bail of hay (timothy/orchard grass) and they nibbled on it and went back to cropping grass.  The enormous horse trailer pulls out after the driver assures me that the girls had been fine and well behaved on the trip from Efland.   the horses are still in their shipping halters and head helmets.  They look funny that way.

Everything settles down and I go get their blaze orange halters. I do live in a game land and the last thing I want is for some hunter to mistake my horses for deer. Harlem lets me pull the shipping halter off her and put on the new halter.  Rumor lets me take of the shipping halter the walks away.  I walk after her.  Jon watches holding the lunge whip in case I need help.  I catch up to Rumor and touch her neck, she trots away and Harlem follows her. No kicking at me so far, but I'm being careful.  Jon told me I was getting good exercise walking around after my horses.

I'll try and post pics tomorrow.