It would have been much more dramatic to have fallen while putting a horse over a four-foot fence.
Instead, it was a humiliating fall from the edge of my very own bed.
Mother Nature really grounded me this time. The entire winter — including Christmas (never did mail Christmas cards) — has passed me by and I have nothing to show for it. Unless you count pills. (Which reminds me, when did pills become “meds”?)
To top it off, my 23-year-old computer died and my poor editor, Susan Crowell, has to de-code this column in my terrible handwriting. I am too used to a keyboard and I haven’t yet mastered my new IBM laptop.
But the very best part of this abominable winter has been the mail.
All you loyal readers — from eight states (Farm and Dairy is everywhere!) — spent time and money (cards and stamps are expensive), and telephone calls, and prayers. I need all the prayers I can get!
Another “best” part was, and still is, the loving help from so many friends. They have done everything, even my laundry, and bought me food, and took me to the store and doctor. They worked in shifts, morning and night.
Many of you have inquired about my furry and feathery friends — my family. No one missed a meal, and Apache and Toby looked like circus horses with snow-spangled blankets. They loved rolling in it and were beautifully clean. Now, they love rolling in the mud, and are happy campers.
Winnie has loved my inactivity. She doesn’t have to follow me around, except from the bed to the couch, and regularly turns by bedcovers into a nest to suit herself.
She had an adventure, too. Her wonderful veterinarian, Dr. Valerie Thorn-Baltes, actually came for her one morning to have her teeth cleaned and her toenails cut. They grew back like razors since she’s not “filing” them, running on the concrete aisleway.
Bingo has become a complete slob, throwing herself down so everyone can rub her belly, and some nights I awaken to find her on my pillow, roaring like a freight train.
I sit long at the kitchen table, enjoying the birds, woodpeckers galore. Now, the gluttonous starlings have moved in, but they must eat, too.
Snow drops are in bloom, and green tips of daffodils and crocus have pushed their way through the frozen soil.
A pumpkin I had left outside has obviously been welcome food for someone, as it has been torn apart and seeds scattered everywhere.
Reading has occupied much of my time. Joey and wife, Marilyn, send great books. If you haven’t read A Walk In the Woods by Bill Bryson, it relates the adventures (true) of two hikers doing the Appalachian Trail. It is hilarious and informative. (Editor’s note: I can second Janie’s recommendation!)
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I have missed sharing my days with you. And I am so pleased you have missed me, too.
(Editor’s note: Cards can be sent to Janie Jenkins, in care of Farm and Dairy, P.O. Box 38, Salem, OH 44460.)