Another Wednesday . . .

I don't know what's up with the weather this week, but when I went over to feed the horses this morning I darned near froze to death despite the fact that it was supposedly 40-something degrees.  Don't know if it was the wind or what, but it felt colder than it did a few weeks ago when it was in the 20's!  Of course there ARE those who say the Saints are responsible for all this freezing weather.   You know,  the ol'  "the Saints will win when hell freezes over . . . "  thing? 

Naaah.  I don't believe that.

I ordered Duke a new blanket yesterday.  He had one of those neon orange ones like Lizzie's, but I THINK Mark fastened it wrong when he turned him out in it for the first time (ran the tummy straps straight across instead of crossing them so they ended up too loose) and Duke managed to "climb out of it" in back and trample it so the back half was destroyed.  Anyway . . . although he does have another one that I ordered a while back, that one was so expensive that I didn't want to chance turning him out in it in case the loss of that last one WASN'T Mark's problem, but rather his.  So I ordered him another cheap one to see if he tears that one up as well.  (Who'd have thought blankets would be necessary in Louisiana in the first place!)  Until it gets here, he will just have to stay in his stall if he's cold, where he can't rip the thing off.

I guess I should stop complaining.  Poor Vickie and John are being snowed on again today up there in College Park.  On the plus side, though, they do not have to go to work.  There's alot to be said for that.  (Hope their freezer is full, though.  I've seen news clips of DC area groceries with shelves emptier than ours before a hurricane!)

Mark's rig is supposed to be going back to work soon, so the economy -- at least in the oil industry -- must be improving.  Don't know if I'm happy about that or not, though.  While the rig was stacked, Mark was doing most of the cooking for the guys who were left since they no longer had a cook.  That was a fine thing for me since he could practice on those guys, then make all the stuff that turned out great out there for ME when he came home!  Loved it!  But I guess that's over for now -- they're getting a new cook shortly and any future experimentation on his part will have to be done on me.

Either way, I'm ready for him to come home.  Somehow these two-week jaunts of his seem to be getting longer and longer as time goes on, while the rest of my life seems to be going into fast-forward.  Hmm.  Odd.