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!
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.
Here’s what it looked like at sunset; not the fire directly, but the smoke in our air.
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.
I may not be posting as much as I used to, but there are times that I just have to. Yesterday, for example, when grandson Andrew and great-grandson Weston rode up on Kitty, I was sure I would get a great picture.
Better try it from the other side; the light’s better. Look this way, Weston!
Oh, well. Try again. Look this way, Kitty!
Well, this time I got a good one.
Darn. Weston blinked. Oh, well; maybe next time!
All’s well here; Billy passed his last check up with flying colors. We’re about to enter another heat wave, but the end is in sight now. Many kids are going back to school, and the days are perceptibly shorter. Still, the saying is that fall won’t be here until after the county fair, and that’s almost always been true. Then I’ll get out and about more, and I hope I’ll do more blogging.
I woke up yesterday morning to a beautiful mother-of-pearl sunrise. Naturally, I got out with my camera . . .
A lot of places in the US — and even California — this wouldn’t be a Big Event. In Bakersfield, though, we are used to endless unchanging skies throughout the summer months, and beyond. I’ve seen afghans in which a strip a day is added, in the color of the sky for that day. They are beautiful, in many shades of blue, peach, gray, gold, and pink. Here, you would have pretty much a solid grayish blue blanket. There’s not much variety in our summer skies, except for a sullen orange night and morning during fire season. It’s been fire after fire this summer, and it’s not over yet.
Still, perhaps this short-lived change is a sign of times to come. Eventually. Well, there are back-to-school ads all over the place. That’s a sure sign that fall is coming, isn’t it? And fall can be lovely here — and great riding weather!