Can you have Triple Crown racing coverage without frequent breaks for lifestyle or fashion stories?
… the spirits are not about to speak.
But I will write about it.
And it’s regarding horses. Really.
Bullwinkle Went Near-Sighted Again
It’s been a while. I apologize. I wasn’t sure how to write this post because it’s been so long. Like that phone call to an old friend you know you need to/want to make, but you just don’t know how to begin. Like your fingers can’t manage to punch in the digits. How does that phone work again? Is this thing on?
Over on a friend’s Patreon, I posted some crazy talk to the effect of “It’s never too late, even if you’re on the off-ramp to the Pearly Gates and St. Peter is waving you to your parking space.”
Hindight reminds me, rather flintily, that sentence is the biggest bunch of horse manure I’ve ever shoveled. But it got me writing this post, didn’t it?
This summer, I had my second bunion surgery and couldn’t get around the house well. I finished writing my first novel enough to send it along on its editorial process. I’ve begun writing the second in the series, as well as the third.
Will our project cat is up walking, playing, and getting into trouble. He’s still on insulin, but his dosage is dropping. He’s still time- and money-consuming, but when he comes to me with that kitty smile and eyes full of love, it’s all worth it.
But we didn’t escape “the down” after all.
Not my usual post-Kentucky Derby analysis.
I scoured the internet Sunday for articles about what happened. Sought footage and still images. Here’s a pretty good overview as things were understood on Sunday night.
After Max passed away, our remaining cat Kaylee cried every night. In heartbreaking bad timing, I went in for complicated foot surgery, so no kitty could come into the house for months.
Between the two of us, her vocalizations and the clicking of my walker, nights were noisy.
I healed up, and months later, we decided we missed the personality and wit of an orange cat, so we put out feelers for another. We got an orange rescue kitten lined up.
On the day after Thanksgiving, also our wedding anniversary, another rescue worker “seeking orange” for us called us because she’d found “an orange mush.”
The Budweiser Clydesdales weren’t the only horses in commercials on the Super Bowl. in 2019. Unless you live in Kentucky, you may not have seen this one from Winstar Farm.
Sometimes, we all need a reminder of what we often take for granted,