What a weird couple of weeks. Our beautiful 10 yr old mare, Lena, turned up unable to walk out of her pasture down to the catch pen to eat. Grain is to horses what ice cream is to kids, or Aunt B. It took me and The Primary Wife several hours to coax her down the hill and into the pen, where she has been ever since. For those of you who do not know, horses live on their feet, and I mean 99% of their lives. In short, hoof trouble is life-threatening. It required multiple visits by an equine vet, and everyday we must pick the dirt out of her hoof, scrape out the dead tissue,and apply a dressing held in place by duct tape. She always manages to tear it off within a few hours. We aren’t totally out of the woods yet, but she is walking normally, but I’m afraid we will have to continue this regimen for weeks to come.
I’m actually car-shopping, and let me tell you, I’m appalled by the state of the car business, still. A few weeks ago, I launched a car related web-blog devoted to educating buyers, but I haven’t literally haven’t had time to devote to it. This experience should motivate me.
Gas prices. This is a subject about which I can pretty shrill pretty fast. Dump that gas-guzzler if you can, or be prepared to budget another 25% for fuel, and, hell, for practically everything.
I took a friend’s wife to breakfast yesterday, and we talked about the economy, and politics. She is currently out of work, and truly baffled by the lack of job postings online or in the paper. We talked about a couple we both know, who has earned well over a hundred grand for a couple of years now, and, yet, has hidden a truck at her house to keep it from being re-possessed. Seriously, they are broke, and I can’t figure it. Scares the hell out of me.
The N.Y. Times had better have this one right, thats all I have to say about this for now.
George Clooney is mad sexy.