Saturday, January 29, 2022

Winter Fun & Sad News


Since we're relatively limited in what we can do with our horses right now, we've turned our attention to exploring the local area: hiking, skating, wineries, music, and tonight, our first play since Covid hit.

We love our city and surrounding area. One of our favorite day trips is Coeur D'Alene, just 30 minutes away. We went there yesterday to have lunch, browse some of the art stores, and walk around the lake.








Another favorite thing to do is hike at our local parks. There's a lot of ice right now, but we're able to use our trekking poles and manage around it. The benefit is that we're the only ones out there.


The Spokane River is always a treat.


And our most favorite things to do in winter is ice skate. We have season passes to the Ice Ribbon in downtown Spokane, and we try to go once or twice every week.


Skating makes us feel like kids again, and you'd be surprised how many middle-aged people are out there with us.

Tonight we're going to a local playhouse to see, The Play That Goes Wrong.  It's their first performance since Covid, and the second night. We were a little nervous about being in a room with lots of people, but we really miss live plays.

For the sad news, our farrier came the other day, and side note, Epona stood tied like a big girl and let him trim her up. He was happy with her progress. However, he had some very bad news to tell us. Our former farrier of fifteen years, dear friend, and the person who saved Cowboy's life, (I've written about him a lot on this blog) is in the hospital with Covid. He has been there for about 3 weeks. What's even worse, right before he retired, his daughter married the "love of her life", and he paid for a big wedding in Hawaii. When he came home, he told us all about it, and he was just beaming with happiness. He retired to Arizona shortly after, and lived near them with his wife, enjoying golf and retirement. The really heartbreaking, tragic news is that his son-in-law had Covid, too, and passed away at the same time he was hospitalized. It seems to have struck their whole family.

I texted him, hoping he would be able to read my message of support and appreciation for all he meant to us, but I didn't have much hope of getting a text back. Surprise.  I did. 

"This is the toughest battle of my life. But I ain't gonna let it win."  (He has had some huge battles, so that is saying something if it's the toughest.)

He's one of the strongest people I've ever known, so I have every hope that he will get better.  The whole thing was very sobering because, up until now, everyone I've known who has had Covid--which is pretty much everyone I know--has had very mild cases. It's heartbreaking to contemplate such a huge loss.

It's amazing how close we get to our farriers. Mine was particularly special. Whenever my horses had the slightest gimp, he would be here to check them out, and he never charged me for it. He said that was all part of the care for being his client. I trusted him more than I trusted my vets. If you had an appointment at 9, he'd be there at 8:45. If he wasn't there, you knew something was wrong--usually, you had the wrong date. An amazing man all around, and so good with the horses. 

I guess on that note, I will end this post. I hope I have some good news to report about his progress soon.