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Horses loaded, and they’re OFF!

Sunday afternoon on Father’s Day was spent at the racetrack along with hundreds of other dads.   Apparently, for many families it was a good choice on where to take dear old pops.  One can’t go wrong with an event involving horses, food, drink, and betting.  Upon entering the clubhouse, everybody was a winner, because the dads got in free and were given a golf towel as a token of appreciation.  As the afternoon rolled on, we found the towel came in handy for wiping up spilled beer.

This year’s winnings weren’t even close to what we brought home after one trek to the track in 2009. We blamed it on the crowd. There wasn’t any time to view the horses in the jockey area;  because if we wanted to place a bet,  we had to scramble into the clubhouse and stand in long lines.  One had to rely on the numbers printed in the program. What if we liked the name, Werehavinsomefunnow, but discover Werehavinsomefunnow is a long shot 20 to 1?!   Most of us prefer looking at horse flesh, before we sacrifice two bucks for a win, or even more so, place six bucks down on win, place, or show.  I bet money on one horse, a Quarterhorse.  I didn’t realize the distance to be run was 870 yards until after committing my money.  Oh, no, I chose a horse what I believed was more suited for the quarter mile.  My judgment and expertise will be questioned. 🙂  All was well.   My horse, Better Beduino, a six year old sorrel gelding, came in 2nd.  I had purchased a win, place or show; therefore, I won a total of $8.60 and came out $2.60 ahead.  It’s better than a poke in the eye.

Dark and dreary

It’s soggy, dark and dreary, 5:30 am. While sipping on a cup of Folgers, I spy an article on the Internet, The 8 Most Common Dreams and What They Mean.  Of these eight,there are three that catch my attention:  venting, recurring, and prophetic.  I’ll summarize as best as I can.

Venting dreams have to do with uncomfortable situations, such as walking around with no clothes in public, being chased, falling, etc. In reality, these can be downright frightening. However, it can signal that we’re blocking important opportunities.

Recurring is just that, recurring, repetitive. We need to pay attention, because our subconscious is trying to relay an important message into our conscious state.

Prophetic dreams are those where a departed loved one appears, or an old worldly sage that we never personally knew, or even a beloved pet. We must write down this dream  upon waking, because we might have been taught a lesson.  Actually, how many of us remember the fine details?

On a dark and dreary morning, I become more pensive.  I have a dream that incorporates all of the above.  I am running, running, running,(recurrent venting?)  and my mother appears, smiling (prophetic?).   I think I need more Folgers.  🙂  Let’s face it. Interpretations of dreams are written by those who need to accommodate themselves.  What would a shrink say about my candy gorging episodes?

The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Strawberry fields, forever?!

lone_strawberryWhen I purchase little bedding plants, I usually buy only one or two of a particular plant.  I don’t know why.  The lone strawberry pictured above is a delightful surprise.  The  plant was roughed up by the gale force winds that May brought.  The fragile stems and leaves are barely hanging in there. This misshapen red fruit must be a good omen.