Posted by:Equipoize, 12:25 PM GMT on June 02, 2011
This Spring's never ending wind is really starting to wear on me. I try to be tough, but somehow the joy of going out and being subjected to 10 hours of dermabrasion is getting old.
It is like spending the day being beaten by pillows. At the end, you have gotten half as much done but you are twice as tired.
The horses are all pretty adjusted to it. In fact the youngsters are becoming pretty bullet proof. A tumbleweed can fly by and elicites barely a twitch of an ear. Plastic bags flutter in the bushes and the horses give them the evil eye, but walk on by.
But really? Days on end of near advisory level winds? At the end of the day, it takes half a box of kleenex to clear my sinuses, and I just stopped looking at the Q-tips when I finish. Hey, anyone know why they call cotton swabs on a stick a Q tip???
Sad thing about the weather, the only thing we can actually DO about it is complain, and tolerate. Not a great set of choices, but oh well. So, I will whine and then go out tomorrow and do it all again.