Sour Apple and Wounded Knee

Yesterday I bought apples to feed the horses on our morning walk.  I know nothing about horses except that they like apples and carrots.  So, I got my favorite kind of apple at the store—Grannie Smiths.  However, when I fed the friendly horse the apple it spat it out and stuck out its tongue.  To make amends I then fed him (or her) carrots, which were acceptable.

I got a late start this morning because I walked Buster and locked myself out of the cabin.  I had to take a screen off the window and crawl through the window, which wasn’t an easy feat because my knee felt funny and wouldn’t bend.  I rolled my pants up and found my knee swollen.  I’m bummed.  It won’t bend and I am limping.  I need to stand in order to paint. I guess I’ll try to sit on the tailgate of my truck a little and maybe call that horse vet for advice.

The fortuitous thing was that last night I came home to find a present left in the cabin from the landlady.  I opened the door to find a couch.  It was as if I someone knew I was going to be sitting and elevating  my knee.

I need to go hiking today in order to get to a painting site I’ve scoped out.  I hope my knee allows me to continue.  I’ll just go slow and make lots of little trips to carry stuff instead of one heavy load.

Tonight, I plan to go to a movie in Hailey with a schoolteacher friend I’ve made.