Going Visiting

Ah, our parents... shown here in the halcyon days before the Halcyon and Xanax days... Mom would wail loudly about that first line. Anyway, here they are in the 80s, visiting our great-great aunt and uncle.. who my mother adored and my father detested (the respective feelings were mutual). Dad looks pretty good, as always, although I am sure he is wishing he had something stronger in that glass than iced tea... But bless his heart, he didn't know about Uncle C's Wild Turkey stashed under the couch.

Mom.. well what can you say about Mom? The white dress isn't actually bad, if you ignore the Enormous Elizabethan Ruff of Doom that is threatening to strangle her. You also have to ignore the giant dark glasses that are eating her face and the perm. Okay, it's a mess. I give up. At least she always had great skin.

In more current events, I visited Trigger yesterday. I was quite dismayed when I saw him and was about to give him a lecture about fighting with his pasture pals.. but his baldness on one side of his neck and one shoulder appears to be another incarnation of rain rot (Ft Collins, am I allowed to say that? I don't think rain rot is reportable, but if it is, I take it back! ;-) His swollen leg seems to be from a kick or something, and he doesn't appear to be lame, so I just cleaned it and put some medicine on it.

The rain rot, however, resulted in a two-hour scrub session with antibacterial shampoo, followed by a good slathering with iodine, which Trigger did not particularly appreciate. A bucket of feed assuaged all hurt feelings, however, and he should be fine when I go out this afternoon to ride him a little. I can't wait for the weather to get warmer so that the sun kills all the rain rot! I hate seeing my horse go bald before my eyes!

Anyway, I will be incommunicado (at least as far as the blog goes) for the weekend, as L and I are going to visit Mom and the GP's. I'll post a monster update when we get back. :-)