It’s raining today, so everyone stayed home, except the mudcampers, who will be driving me nuts for the next two weeks. Montpelier runs mudcamp, which means lots of screaming children descend upon my barn twice a day, usually filthy, all wanting to use the bathroom or shower in the wash stall, and their nitwit parents drive all over the place and park in the way of tractors and such or too close to the fences, allowing the horses to eat the mirrors, windshield wipers, or just make a mess of the paint job.
But that’s not what I wanted to tell you about. What I really wanted to say is that texting is destroying my ability to spell and speak correct English (something I used to be pretty good at, being a college graduate and all). And hanging around teenagers and watching tv (Dave couldn’t stand my no tv rules. We have satellite now) has me saying “like” all the time. It’s, like, annoying.
Also, I’ve got a huge snake problem this year. Every year it is something. Ladybugs, ants, carpenter bees, those really weird black and red beetles. All preferable to this year’s infestation of copperhead snakes. I’ve had three horses bitten already, and while horses are big and the bite isn’t fatal, it is still a pretty nasty sight. Yuck. I’m running a horsie hospital. I’ve got to make a trip to Free Union today to get more vet supplies and SMZs. And bute. Going through bute like candy. I’ve had to clean out the hay stall to make room for more snake-bitten ponies. I have a feeling this is going to be a very long summer.