Day to day operation of a Friesian breeding farm standing 2 Friesian stallions. We have 6-10 foals each year out of Purebred Friesian mares, Andalusian mares, Thoroughbred mares and Friesian sport mares by Judy Sceggel 309-208-3840 www.horsemeister.com
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday Continued
Last night before dinner the fishing was better. Beth kept the ladies supplied with poles with fresh bait. She also had to untangle line for them, take the fish off the hook had been swallowed and generally kept everyone else having a good time. Only about a hundred yards out a huge fish kept jumping out of the water. The splashes were loud and the fish or fishes must have jumped 20 times. A couple of times it turned toward shore and belly flopped like a whale beaching. A little later we saw something big and dark circling around the area. It didn't breach the water like a dolphin so we think it must have been a shark. No one got any pictures we were just watching shocked at what was happening. There were 3 or 4 cameras on the beach, we just didn't take our eyes off the commotion. We caught plenty for dinner and of course Beth had to clean AND cook them. Thank goodness for a fisher wife, the rest of us would not have eaten dinner without her, there was not much food left in the condo and we ladies are all so tight we weren't about to go BUY some!:o) We actually had enough fish there was left overs. After dinner we decided to give the mom's (those over 77) the works. We massaged them, combed their hair, washed their feet and while they were all so relaxed and eyes closed we stuck bright pink lipstick on their lips and cheeks along with a big flower in their hair. We also got Aunt Jinnie's toenails painted pink before mom caught on what was happening and the laughing broke loose. We took some pictures of our painted floozy's then let them remove the makeup. Too bad there was 2 of them to see each other if just one they wouldn't have known and left it on until looking in a mirror, of course that would only have happened if we could have controlled the laughter. Then it was time for our coffee and ice cream. We sat around the table until bedtime telling stories and laughing so hard our stomachs were sore. What a GREAT DAY
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