The Day of Two Rainbows   1 comment

A couple of weeks ago, we actually had some rain.  Not much — I think it was .05 — but it was rain, and we were grateful.

We also had something quite unusual; two rainbows.  One in the east, in the morning . . . I was at Barnes and Noble, by the way.


Then a more usual one in the west, in the late afternoon.


The first one was complete, but pale.  The second was partial, but brilliant.  Between them, they might have made one really good rainbow.

Even withough the rainbow, the dark clouds and golden light made for a beautiful afternoon.


We’ll hope for another one, soon.

Posted November 18, 2016 by stablewoman in Uncategorized

And Yet Again . . .   Leave a comment

Yes, we had another ambulance a couple of days ago.  And fire trucks.

In fact, it started off with a fire truck.  Grandson Bruce had just left, and poked his head back in the door to tell us that a fire truck was coming down the road, lights flashing.  Billy and I looked at each other, just to be sure we were all right, then I headed out to see what was going on.



People were arriving from all over the ranch, most of them worried that the ambulance was there for Billy.  When I ran them down, though, they were just looking for a way down into the river.  Someone had called 911 from down there, and it’s always difficult to get a rescue crew through the sand and (maybe) water.

Eventually, they got the ambulance up onto the levee, and got the person in distress out.  We never heard just who it was or what happened, but we often never do.  If it’s not one of our boarders, it’s not really our business.  It’s a relief when it’s not.  Our business, that is.

Sister Sally has been visiting from St. Louis, but she’s over on the coast visiting our brothers right now.  When she gets back, we’ll continue our visit.  We’re planning to drive around Bakersfield just to see how much it’s changed since she moved away.  It doesn’t seem all that different to me, so it’ll be fun seeing it through fresh eyes.

Posted November 12, 2016 by stablewoman in Around the Ranch

Burnout!   5 comments

I haven’t posted for a long time.  This is not due to disaster, but simply to burnout.  I used to be disappointed when favorite blogs or sites quit posting, but I understand it more now.  There comes a time when the brain just goes blank, and thinking of something new to say is just Too Hard.

I think I can get back to the blog now, though perhaps not as often as in the past.  It’s not as though there wasn’t plenty to write about.  The last post was about the boarder who suffered a seizure; she’s fine now, and has been back out several times.  The boarder who had the bad fall and tore an artery in her knee is progressing slowly, but she’s getting there.  It’s still going to be a while before she’s back, though.

We haven’t had any more horse wrecks, fires, car wrecks, or criminal activity.  (Can you hear the sound of me knocking on wood?)  Granddaughter Christina is taking accounting courses, and is already beginning to help with the ranch books.  Granddaughter Sarah has moved to Nevada, and is sending me beautiful pictures of the ranch she’s living on.  I’ll try to get some of those posted.

And speaking of beautiful pictures . . . here’s a late-blooming daylily.  Doesn’t it almost glow?




Posted November 7, 2016 by stablewoman in Uncategorized

Ambulances . . . Again   2 comments

We had another serious incident a few days ago, ending in a parade of ambulances.

I was out walking the dogs, and headed back to give carrots to Kitty and Pepsi.  As I approached, I could see three things out of place; there was a car parked behind the last pen, there was a horse tied to the fence, and there was a man standing there.  When I got up to him, he said something about someone helping the lady.  Circling around the car — which was running — I found one of our long-time boarders slumped against the passenger-side door, in the middle of a seizure.

I had come out without my cell phone, which was on the charger, so I asked the little man (who was standing there helplessly) to stay with her while I went back to the house.  Off I went at my best old-lady trot, to call 911.  There was absolutely no one else around.

I called 911 back at the house, on the land line.  I was so out of breath that I had a hard time making myself understood, but I got them on their way.  Then I called Scott and Andrew.  I needed someone to guide the ambulance in, because the site of the problem was well to the back of the property.  Then I set off back to help, as fast as I could go (not very).

When I got back, the man (probably homeless, and Hispanic) was still standing beside her, and she was still seizing.  I shut off the ignition, put the horse away, and asked him to go help to guide the ambulance while I stayed with her, as no one else had made it over yet.  I stayed there and talked to her, but I don’t think she could hear or understand me.

Luckily, several ambulances arrived very quickly, and they loaded her up and took her to Emergency.  She apparently had no ID on her, so we were afraid they would have trouble contacting her relatives.  I made a couple of calls, and someone did manage to contact her mother.  She came by the next day, and said her daughter was doing better.

The behavior of the little homeless guy was an example of humankindness.  I would guess that he wasn’t the sharpest person around — he couldn’t quite figure out what to do, but he didn’t want to leave her.  He said he was on his way to his home (likely the river) but liked to stop and pet the horses.  That’s when he found her.  He could have taken off with the car, or just run off to avoid responsibility, but he didn’t.  Billy and Scott had arrived by that time, and we slipped him a twenty, which seemed like the least we could do.

If I hadn’t walked out that way, it might have been some time before she was found.  She was not visible until you walked around the car.  She had probably lain there for quite a while.  It was about seven when I found her, and at about five Scott, driving the feed truck, had stopped to ask her if she was all right.  She had said she was, but obviously she wasn’t.  All in all, it was very lucky.

But it’s getting so I’m afraid to go out of the door — at least without my cell phone.

On a happier note, here are a pair of blonds — daughter Suzanne and her grandson Weston, communing on the lawn.  There are few things cuter than the back of a little boy’s head . . .


They were joined by a third blond — Peaches, wanting to help Weston fall in a hole.


He does that very well.


Posted September 14, 2016 by stablewoman in Around the Ranch, Events

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A Tale of Two Ribbons   3 comments

A week or so ago, I noticed boarder Donna’s horse Hans wearing a handsome red ribbon.  He was posing beautifully, so I snapped his picture.


At the time, I didn’t think red was really his color, so I was glad to hear that it was just practice.  He was a little nervous about fluttering ribbons, so this was a chance to get used to them.

I think this one suits him much better.


Their first blue ribbon — training level dressage.  I can tell that Donna thinks blue suits him, too!

Posted September 4, 2016 by stablewoman in Horses

Jennifer   1 comment

I’ve been putting off writing this blog entry, both because it was painful and because I wanted to see how things were going to come out.  I think it’s time now.

A little over a week ago, our friend and boarder Jennifer was riding in the arena by the house when she was thrown, hard.  Luckily Billy was looking out, and saw the dust flying.  I ran out and found Jennifer on the ground, unable to move.  She thought her knee was broken.  I ran to the house and told Billy to call an ambulance.  In the meantime, I ran back and forth getting water and pillows.  When she was as comfortable as possible (not very) I went to catch the horse.

I looked back when I heard Jennifer scream, just in time to see the ever-sympathetic Peaches sitting on Jennifer’s injured knee.  I yelled at her, and she jumped off and ran — but not too far.  A fire truck arrived about that time, closely followed by the ambulance, and they packed her up and took her off, calling back that she was going to ride that horse yet!

Later we heard that she had a dislocated knee, but that wasn’t the problem.  An artery in her leg had torn, and they were flying her to Fresno for surgery.  There they took a section of artery from her groin, and used it to mend the torn artery.  It was touch and go; she was in danger of losing the leg.

Now, better than a week later, Jennifer still has both legs, but after multiple surgeries, it’s looking like a long hard road to recovery.  She’s getting a lot of moral support from her many friends here.  It’s looking like she may be transferred back to KMC soon, though she has at least one more surgery to go.

I was worrying that Peaches’ sympathy might have aggravated the injury, but it was the opposite.  I understand that the doctor said that her weight popped the knee back into place, and may well have kept Jennifer from bleeding out.  They’re calling her Doctor Peaches around here!

Here’s Jennifer at the beach, a while ago . . .


It may take a while, but I expect to see her back there.  She’s a very strong person.

And here’s Peaches supervising Jennifer-the-farrier.


I guess she counts horseshoeing as one of her skills, along with medicine!



Posted August 30, 2016 by stablewoman in Around the Ranch, Dogs, Events

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The Littlest Evacuee   1 comment

This little orphan, and three horses, showed up here a couple of days ago.  They had been evacuated from the Cedar fire, in the mountains to the northeast.


It was pretty tough on the little guy, coming from cool mountains to HOT Bakersfield.  In fact, he didn’t stay long, but was evacuated for a second time — to a local feed store where he could be nice and cool inside.

Here’s what the fire looked like yesterday.

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Here’s what it looked like at sunset; not the fire directly, but the smoke in our air.

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I wish that whoever started these things, from carelessness or malice, had to live with all of the destruction they cause.  You can bet that they go back to their nice safe houses — some of them to enjoy watching their work on the news.  This fire is about 15,000 acres now, but it’s nothing to the Blue Cut fire down south, or the Erskine fire earlier this summer.

It’s been a long, hot summer.


Posted August 20, 2016 by stablewoman in Events