A Worryin'

I’m starting to get nervous about this upcoming winter storm. I’m not prepared. Silly that I should be so worried. I have at least one day to prepare and get everything situated but I’m still nervous. Maybe it’s because I’m worried about getting the flu (I know, I am a worrier), or the fact that I want to make sure that everyone is comfortable and I’m not sure that I will.

I’m running through the list in my head of who doesn’t have blankets and who can go into temporary blankets that will help ward off the cold but may not fit perfectly. At this point, as long as they stay dry and warm, if a blanket doesn’t fit perfectly, they’ll be fine.

I can’t get over the thought that Monday is a high of 13 below. I thought Sunday’s high of seven below was bad until I saw Monday’s prediction. I guess I’m also a bit worried about later today. We are supposed to be up to almost 30 degrees but the wind is so bitter that although it may melt the snow, it’s going to cause even more problems.

I think the Farmer’s Almanac was right. They said normal amounts of snow but a lot colder. Wish they weren’t right this time. I’m going to have to go out Saturday and get everything ready for the next three days of bitter cold. I am NOT going to want to be out in that nasty weather.  If I had any hay in Madison, I’d probably haul a couple up there for Mom and Dad since their barn is a little bit easier to manage than ours.  Oh what I would give for a 20 stall barn where all I have to do is open the big doors and the herd can walk into whichever stall they want instead of having to fight gates, and chains and corral panels to make sure everyone has a place to stay for the night.  I guess for now I can always dream of a big barn and keep plugging along working towards that goal.

I am so wrapped up worrying about our Sanctuary horses that I don’t have the heart to worry about those stuck out in pastures and in the feedlots waiting for their fate. What I would give to offer one or two a home so that they could have a dry, and cozy stall and be snug in a blanket. Now I’m really kicking myself for not ponying up the money and buying those blankets on closeout at the local tack shop. Teach me to be a penny pincher. I may dig through my tubs of ruined blankets and see if I can’t do some quick hand stitching to make a few last through this next arctic cold snap. Let’s hope that this is the only cold snap we’ll have the rest of this winter!