Song for Sunday, November 30, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
I'm Alive!
Reno Gamma here. I know it's been awhile since I've been here to add to the blog. Hubby Honey (Gimpa Jon) has had to take over for a little while.
I am here today only by the grace of God. Hubby Honey and I are truly blessed! I am alive! Someday I may go into detail about how it feels to know I came really close to not being around anymore. Maybe the day I am finally able to take a walk with Hubby Honey and go take a look at the horse shelter that collapsed on me. I feel that will be a pretty emotional day.
Is this the end of my horse life? I hope not. I may never ride again, but I can still be involved with them. My neighbor says in eight weeks she is bringing her nice, calm mare down here, and we are going for a ride in the desert. I don't know about that. Wish I could say yes, loud and clear, YES! But, I can't. Being hurt is not fun. Oh, to be young again. To be able to fall down and get right back up and try again. But, I am not giving up, I am just getting up alot slower, taking alot more time to decide about the trying again. Somewhere inside I do feel like I will be back up on another horse. It wasn't a horse that did this to me. It's that fear factor of getting hurt again. Being on a horse there is always a possibility for an accident. Post tramatic stress syndrome? I'm sorry I don't sound very "up" today. But, I am alive! I will walk again. I am very happy!
I really want to thank all of you who prayed for me. Hope you all are having a great Thanksgiving Day Weekend.
Reno Gamma
I am here today only by the grace of God. Hubby Honey and I are truly blessed! I am alive! Someday I may go into detail about how it feels to know I came really close to not being around anymore. Maybe the day I am finally able to take a walk with Hubby Honey and go take a look at the horse shelter that collapsed on me. I feel that will be a pretty emotional day.
Is this the end of my horse life? I hope not. I may never ride again, but I can still be involved with them. My neighbor says in eight weeks she is bringing her nice, calm mare down here, and we are going for a ride in the desert. I don't know about that. Wish I could say yes, loud and clear, YES! But, I can't. Being hurt is not fun. Oh, to be young again. To be able to fall down and get right back up and try again. But, I am not giving up, I am just getting up alot slower, taking alot more time to decide about the trying again. Somewhere inside I do feel like I will be back up on another horse. It wasn't a horse that did this to me. It's that fear factor of getting hurt again. Being on a horse there is always a possibility for an accident. Post tramatic stress syndrome? I'm sorry I don't sound very "up" today. But, I am alive! I will walk again. I am very happy!
I really want to thank all of you who prayed for me. Hope you all are having a great Thanksgiving Day Weekend.
Reno Gamma
Friday, November 28, 2008
Where Do I Start?
What a time we have had around here! As all our family knows we had a "No Good Very Bad Day" Nov 8 the day that at least around here will live in infamy!!!
We managed to move the blasted horse shelter some 50 ft. and then the last 2 inches got us, down it came. I managed to act like a 7th grade football player doing the monkey roll, only Reno Gamma wasn't as lucky as me. I got hit in the back of the foot while she, she got crushed under the entire thing!
Now for the "Rest of the story" The SCREAM, that sound will haunt me for the rest of my life, my wife, my beloved wife was trapped!!! I knew in an instant that she was hurt and being as clostraphobic as she is time was out of the question. Her biggest fear in life is being trapped some where that she can't see out of, or move.
"Jon Get Me Out Of Here!!!" Those were her exact words, as I came sliding to a stop next to where she was pinned I could see her face down and folded up like, I don't know how to describe it, it just looked unatural.
I tried to lift the roof but was not able, I grabbed a pole and with the help of 1000 or more angels managed to lift the roof just enough that Gamma was able to crawl out, one arm and one leg of no use and all I could do was lift and PRAY.
Now the real work started, first thing was to make sure she wasn't bleeding to death, nothing,nada so I gathered up our 2 helpers, Buster and Bear they were still in the pen with us and I had to get Gamma up to the house which would mean opening up the pen. God bless those 2 it was as if they knew something was wrong, they walked calmly to where I opened up Cookie's pen and she just stood there no running and bucking as would be the norm, just stood still while Buster and Bear came in for a visit.
I got the hay cart and pulled Gamma up to the house.
The dogs, what about the dogs. Bob, well he was going to make sure that Gamma was ok, thats his self appointed job, mamas protecter, the rest of them well they just want to help, in any way possible( mostly they are just in the way) I simply walked to the door to the back room and they all followed, just walked in and then Gamma could get into the house.
The steps! How do you get up the steps into the house when one arm doesn't work and one leg just hangs there? One butt cheek at a time.
In the house I was able to get a better look at her shoulder, that was all she would let me see, "Don't touch my knee" This was bad I figured she either had a broken collar bone or a dislocated shoulder. ER time.
How do get down the steps with one arm and one leg that just hangs there? One butt cheek at a time.
Fast forward, 12 hours latter we found out the whole story. Broken collar bone, shoulder blade and rib on the right side and crushed knee on the left side. Xrays and CAT scans,the same things they do for car wrecks, seat belts will do the same damage, but to the Dr's. amazement no internal injuries, no bleeding into the lungs and liver, kidneys working normal and no signs of damage to the heart muscle.
Back to the house and again I ask the same question, but you already know the answer. One butt cheek at a time.
Now what? What can we do? How do we do what we do? Well, we figured out how to do the normal things in life, I can cook for her, she can eat, I can feed all the critters (even change the cat box) ahh but going pee... well that took a bit of creative thinking, no I will spare you the details but think about it how do you when you don't have a bed pan and can't get on one anyway?
Surgey has come and gone, a steel plate and 8 screws latter, 16 staples removed and physical therapy started, a wheel chair and a path aroud the house, oh and by the way ONE TOUGH OLD BIRD cooks her own breakfast and lunch while I'm at work and is working her job at home, left handed and in a wheel chair that she runs around in opening doors for the dogs and getting people their pay checks, requesting little and doing a lot. God I love her!
6 weeks, just 6 weeks then the world had best watch out cause Reno Gamma will be back on her feet and me well I can go back to doing my part of the deal without worring about doing her part too, but most of all I will be able to hug her when I want and won't have to worry about bumping her arm in the middle of the night, I'll be able to hug her!
In the mean time, I'm off to fix nachos, the guacamole mix is in the fridge, how it will taste I have no clue,Gamma makes that, I did my best to follow the directions and well I need a little help on picking out the avacodos!
Happy Thanksgiving, We are blessed and so are you!
We managed to move the blasted horse shelter some 50 ft. and then the last 2 inches got us, down it came. I managed to act like a 7th grade football player doing the monkey roll, only Reno Gamma wasn't as lucky as me. I got hit in the back of the foot while she, she got crushed under the entire thing!
Now for the "Rest of the story" The SCREAM, that sound will haunt me for the rest of my life, my wife, my beloved wife was trapped!!! I knew in an instant that she was hurt and being as clostraphobic as she is time was out of the question. Her biggest fear in life is being trapped some where that she can't see out of, or move.
"Jon Get Me Out Of Here!!!" Those were her exact words, as I came sliding to a stop next to where she was pinned I could see her face down and folded up like, I don't know how to describe it, it just looked unatural.
I tried to lift the roof but was not able, I grabbed a pole and with the help of 1000 or more angels managed to lift the roof just enough that Gamma was able to crawl out, one arm and one leg of no use and all I could do was lift and PRAY.
Now the real work started, first thing was to make sure she wasn't bleeding to death, nothing,nada so I gathered up our 2 helpers, Buster and Bear they were still in the pen with us and I had to get Gamma up to the house which would mean opening up the pen. God bless those 2 it was as if they knew something was wrong, they walked calmly to where I opened up Cookie's pen and she just stood there no running and bucking as would be the norm, just stood still while Buster and Bear came in for a visit.
I got the hay cart and pulled Gamma up to the house.
The dogs, what about the dogs. Bob, well he was going to make sure that Gamma was ok, thats his self appointed job, mamas protecter, the rest of them well they just want to help, in any way possible( mostly they are just in the way) I simply walked to the door to the back room and they all followed, just walked in and then Gamma could get into the house.
The steps! How do you get up the steps into the house when one arm doesn't work and one leg just hangs there? One butt cheek at a time.
In the house I was able to get a better look at her shoulder, that was all she would let me see, "Don't touch my knee" This was bad I figured she either had a broken collar bone or a dislocated shoulder. ER time.
How do get down the steps with one arm and one leg that just hangs there? One butt cheek at a time.
Fast forward, 12 hours latter we found out the whole story. Broken collar bone, shoulder blade and rib on the right side and crushed knee on the left side. Xrays and CAT scans,the same things they do for car wrecks, seat belts will do the same damage, but to the Dr's. amazement no internal injuries, no bleeding into the lungs and liver, kidneys working normal and no signs of damage to the heart muscle.
Back to the house and again I ask the same question, but you already know the answer. One butt cheek at a time.
Now what? What can we do? How do we do what we do? Well, we figured out how to do the normal things in life, I can cook for her, she can eat, I can feed all the critters (even change the cat box) ahh but going pee... well that took a bit of creative thinking, no I will spare you the details but think about it how do you when you don't have a bed pan and can't get on one anyway?
Surgey has come and gone, a steel plate and 8 screws latter, 16 staples removed and physical therapy started, a wheel chair and a path aroud the house, oh and by the way ONE TOUGH OLD BIRD cooks her own breakfast and lunch while I'm at work and is working her job at home, left handed and in a wheel chair that she runs around in opening doors for the dogs and getting people their pay checks, requesting little and doing a lot. God I love her!
6 weeks, just 6 weeks then the world had best watch out cause Reno Gamma will be back on her feet and me well I can go back to doing my part of the deal without worring about doing her part too, but most of all I will be able to hug her when I want and won't have to worry about bumping her arm in the middle of the night, I'll be able to hug her!
In the mean time, I'm off to fix nachos, the guacamole mix is in the fridge, how it will taste I have no clue,Gamma makes that, I did my best to follow the directions and well I need a little help on picking out the avacodos!
Happy Thanksgiving, We are blessed and so are you!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Another Song for Sunday
I found this song one day when I was flipping through radio stations just trying to find something, anything that reached my (soul?). Something that calmed and soothed. This song definitely did. I've been with that station every since that day. I've even given a monthly pledge to keep them (hopefully) on the air. The station is KLOVE. Don't know if it's in your area, but talks to me everyday. Supports my faith, and keeps my faith. Songs like this, well, what can I say?
Song for Sunday
OK this one is for me, Gimpa, I know the story is sad, but the meaning hits home. It Is Well With My Soul! Anything that comes along a river of peace will bring comfort and when you walk thru Hell it will work out
This is for HubbyHoney (GimpaJon) because of what is going on with his job right now.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Home!!
I got home Monday from a visit to my dads and what a welcome I got. The dogs greeted me like a lost people, even BB came running up for a scratch and pet, the puppy about killed me with her joy, what a great feeling, well alittle pain from all the bites and scratches, but just the same a warm welcome home.
I got home before Rindy, but when she got home we went for a walk, the dogs bouncing and barking the horses running and bucking, what a sight and feeling. It's great to visit kin folk but even better to be home.
Feeding time was special too Cookie took care to take a big bite of hay out of my hand and Buster and Bear bounced around like they were new foals again stirring up a cloud of dust. Even Fitzin was glad to see me, good to be missed by the ones you love and the ones that love you, even if it is only at feeding time!
Good to be home!
Oh Gamma brought home another treasure and we have been working on it today . Pictures will be posted as soon as I get new BATT%$#ES how I hate that, dead $%&&$%(!@ when you want to take pictures( you should see the one I want to take of the puppy, sorry)
Well enough excitement for now, other than to welcome a new member to the Cooke clan today a baby girl Isabella Marie Cooke, welcome.
I got home before Rindy, but when she got home we went for a walk, the dogs bouncing and barking the horses running and bucking, what a sight and feeling. It's great to visit kin folk but even better to be home.
Feeding time was special too Cookie took care to take a big bite of hay out of my hand and Buster and Bear bounced around like they were new foals again stirring up a cloud of dust. Even Fitzin was glad to see me, good to be missed by the ones you love and the ones that love you, even if it is only at feeding time!
Good to be home!
Oh Gamma brought home another treasure and we have been working on it today . Pictures will be posted as soon as I get new BATT%$#ES how I hate that, dead $%&&$%(!@ when you want to take pictures( you should see the one I want to take of the puppy, sorry)
Well enough excitement for now, other than to welcome a new member to the Cooke clan today a baby girl Isabella Marie Cooke, welcome.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
A visit to Dads
I got home yesterday after a few days visiting my dad, we had a good time and Jonathan and Kristen brought William up to visit also. Jonathan and I spent the better part of the day working on replacing some plastic in Grandpas poarch windows, alot of help from a young man goes along way(yes I'm still stiff and sore) William, I prefer to call him Lil Bear, and I had a great time playing all kinds of games and chasing each other around the house. It took him awhile to warm up to me, he hasn't seen me for a long time, but once he realized I was ok we got along great.(THIS WOULD BE A HINT TO ALL IT'S BEEN TO LONG SINCE WE'VE SEEN GRAND KIDS) that was just a side note.
Back to the story. Some how I beat Gamma home and was greeted like a long lost people by the dogs,(got the scratches to prove it) even the cats seemed to be glad I was home, they both slept on my feet all night long. Cookie greeted me mouth wide open waiting for her hay and Buster and Bear stomped and snorted, I guess I was slow with their hay, anyway it's great to be home and Gamma was glad to see me too, she jumped out of her truck and gave me, well, we will leave it at that.
We put the first coat of varnish on the sec. desk today and it looks good we will post pictures when it dries and we have it back in the house.
Part Two: sub title Bellas Big Day:
Today Bella was allowed to be a big dog, she got to be outside for a couple of hours with the other dogs and no people(well we did keep an eye on her) she got to go down to the horse pens with BB and Niki and pick a few apples out(could be an interesting night) run after some birds and bark at Cookie when she did't go where Bella thought she should. Cookie laughed. The door is wide open with the wind from the north and the sun from the west, alas tired and happy Bella is sound asleep under the bed.
Back to the story. Some how I beat Gamma home and was greeted like a long lost people by the dogs,(got the scratches to prove it) even the cats seemed to be glad I was home, they both slept on my feet all night long. Cookie greeted me mouth wide open waiting for her hay and Buster and Bear stomped and snorted, I guess I was slow with their hay, anyway it's great to be home and Gamma was glad to see me too, she jumped out of her truck and gave me, well, we will leave it at that.
We put the first coat of varnish on the sec. desk today and it looks good we will post pictures when it dries and we have it back in the house.
Part Two: sub title Bellas Big Day:
Today Bella was allowed to be a big dog, she got to be outside for a couple of hours with the other dogs and no people(well we did keep an eye on her) she got to go down to the horse pens with BB and Niki and pick a few apples out(could be an interesting night) run after some birds and bark at Cookie when she did't go where Bella thought she should. Cookie laughed. The door is wide open with the wind from the north and the sun from the west, alas tired and happy Bella is sound asleep under the bed.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday Visitors
You have family, step-family, in-laws, out-laws, and rif raf. These guys are the rif raf. The coyotes, not the horses.
Finally got these guys on camera.
These are our occasional visitors. Reluctantly, we let them come in for water. We had some snow this weekend (just a little), but before that, we hadn't had any measurable rain for about four months. Could we really chase them away? They only come for the water.
Just hope they don't end up with more than the water. We keep a very close eye on Bella, and the cats. And, actually, on Bob. He is getting pretty old, just like Gimpa and I. We all don't move quite as fast as we used to.
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