Yesterday I packed 4 bags of feed out to the barn (50-80 lbs..I think they're 50 lbs these days. They used to be 80), rasped off my mare's toes (about 1/8 of an inch, not a raging success, she needs about an inch taken off), and treated my kid's mare for thrush (she gets thrush because she has huge thick walled feet that are very deep....as soon as the ground gets damp, dirt packs up in there and she ends up with thrush, which is essentially a yeast infection. You have to pick out the feet and then treat them thoroughly with a bleach solution, 2 x a day, which means you're hunched over for about 1/2 hour holding up a horse's foot). Then the kids rode their horse...again lots of lifting and packing (and their mare kicked at me when I bonked her back hocks with a big feed bin I was dragging around at feed time, luckily I was close enough to her she didn't connect, though I got her tail in my face. She did kick the container, though. Valuable tip here...either be so far away from a horse (that's at least the equivilent of the horse's body from nose to tail, further if they have long legs and they're committed kickers) or be so close they can't get their legs up high enough to do much damage, at least not above your knees. I always keep one arm on the rump and my head as close to their butts as I can and preferrably a shoulder against their butts when walk behind them and it saved my ass yesterday)... The day before I rode my own mare, which means packing around the saddle and various and assorted other stuff, lifting and adjusting it on the back, riding, then un-tacking and putting everything away. Anyway, short story long, my back flipping hurts today. A friend is making me a stand so I can rasp my Arab's hooves a little more comfortably and effectively, but I'm a hurtin unit today. Oh, and the best part of the story...I have to take the kids to a concert today and sit in the MOST UNCOMFORTABLE seating ever created to listen to a concert in which my own kids aren't even performing. But we're just so infrequently treated to something like this in this neck of the woods, I don't have the heart not to take them. They hear music in church, and it is sometimes quite nice, but it's not the same as hearing a professional symphony (though I'm not sure it's really a symphony, I can't remember what it is) perform. My daughter starts piano on Monday, and they're also taking choir, violin and guitar this year so much as I want to, I just can't get out of it. Perhaps they have a stretcher I can make use of. It's times like this I wish I didn't gobble down all my vicodin when it's prescribed, instead of saving some back.