Rust Never Sleeps

I've been sick since last Wednesday with a bad cold.
Is there such a thing as a good cold?

Not that it's hampered any weekend plans.
Nope, the weather did that.
More rain today/tonight.
I am SO sick of mud.

So how did I spend my time?
Productively.

You couldn't ask for a more comforting
place to be when you're sick
than a warm, clean-smelling laundromat.

I passed the time with the new State Line Tack catalog.
The unglamorous truth about horse ownership:
I thumbed past the tack to see
what kind of deals they have on dewormers.

The catalog didn't keep me busy long enough.

Took my saddle apart for the second time
and conditioned the daylights out of it, top ...

... and bottom.
It was still very wet when I put it
back together and on the rack.

Ahh, the better to have my way with the leather.

I torqued the fenders around and
held them in place with a dowel.
I worked to contour the edges of the seat jockeys
down and under.

For you English folks, the seat jockeys
are like the skirt on an English saddle.
The edges tend to flip outward slightly.
If you aren't wearing breeches or chaps,
that can literally rub you the wrong way.
I have purple bruises.

I moved some furniture,
creating a little nook by the fireplace.

The purpose of that was to make
wide open space in the living room.

No, we ain't havin' a hoedown.

It's so we don't kill ourselves when
deep in the throes of Wii.

Then I repaired some of Poco's handiwork.
This was the worst of it;
this one went clear through.
There were other smaller, superficial rips.

I looked out at the Boyz the other day,
just in time to see Poco hanging onto Jaz's blanket,
and Jaz squealing and kicking like a mare in protest.

Tawanda, Queen of the Amazon (Leeloo)
guards the back door,
ensuring I can work in peace, safe from
marauding birds and killer squirrels.

Stay healthy, warm, dry, and safe.