Mule solution

Well, we worked out a solution! Sunshine and Mica do very well together.

I put the gals in together and put in some sweet feed for them to have. They did not fight but ate out of their own pans and commenced to eating hay.
In the morning, they both politely let me put on their halters and lead ropes and I was able to take them both at once to the gate and let them go with no fuss.

This is a winner for me since Mica needs company and Fred pushed her around in the stall and is always creating 'old man mule' havoc.
So this is how it will go this winter.
Two mule gal pals sharing the stall in the poor weather.

Next up on my problem list is the old pickup. Seems the brake lines have a leak and there are some serious issues in the back brakes. Only 12 months ago AND 24 months ago I took the truck in to have it inspected and the Dealer I took it to said it was fine.
Well, they must never have gotten under the truck but each visit found at least $1,200 worth of work.

Never again with them. The UPS dude gave me a phone number of a guy who does this kind of work. So now I have to figure out if I want to tow it there and how much exactly would it cost and would it be worth it?

Decisions, decisions.

At least I am set with the mules for now!

It is all about fixin'

I often wonder what makes a person want to 'fix' something that can be more easily replaced.  I'm not that handy, but I can fix things.  My husband is the "fixer upper" extrodinar or some such thing.
He will fix anything.
Even those things that should be just replaced.
He bought a new handle for the old rusted falling apart storm door and then found out it wouldn't fit.

  

By golly he was 'gunna' make it fit.  I wondered aloud why he was picking a day that it was only 8 degrees outside to hold open the door and work on it.
I wondered silently why he bought a NEW handle for a door that was in shambles anyway.  Couldn't a nice cheapo storm door worked nicely?

Ahhh.  Out came power tools.  The scream of metal being drilled through assaulted my ears.

There were multiple curse words.  More metal screaming.  
More drill sounds and more curses because now the handle was in but wouldn't latch to the latchy thing because the door frame was ... I dunno, NOT right somehow.  So now he makes a shim to put the other latchy thing on and viola, it latches.

Then the screws weren't proper for the door.  Nope, they didn't look right or some such technical type thing.
Whew.

More drilling, hammering, cursing, slamming and opening ...and shutting the door while the cold air drilled through the house.

Finally, with a huge big smile Hubby turned to me to show me how great of a job he had done.
He showed me that I could push the little thingy and the latch would unlatch.

I admired his wonderous handywork.  The poor door looks more sad now that it did before the fixin'.
It has holes in it from drilling.  And works no better than the pre-fix.

But I was amazed and in awe of course. 

Then I went for a walk to the creek.