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Hurry up and hold your horses

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My father in law is a racehorse trainer.  It rocks my world that I get to have my horse fix through him.  I miss that life.  Le Sigh.  Anyways, we spent the weekend at the track.  He had one horse entered on Friday night and one on Sunday.  I got super car sick on Friday, so I spent the night in the camper with the Meister watching cartoons.  The car sickness turned into a migraine.  It. was. lovely. But Sunday was great, I wasn’t sick or anything.  After a quick lunch at the casino buffet, hellloooo crepes, it was off to the barn.

The thing about horses, that you may or may not know, is that there is a lot of hurry up and wait.  I don’t know why it is this way, it just is.  It’s right up there with don’t walk behind them, and watch your toes.  So we got to the barn and proceeded to sit around.  We sat in front of the giant fan and swatted at flies.  I was too hot to even want to pet the ponies.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved being there.  The smell of hay and horse goes straight to my heart.  It makes me so friggin’ happy.

So what does one do while they are hurrying up to wait?  I took pictures.

Kisses for Itsahourseofcourse.
It’s 90 bagillion degrees out, he’s in jeans,and he chooses to lay on straw and sleep.  I don’t claim to understand him, just love him.

 

Me, trying to be all artsy with my Snapseed app.  I need more practice.

Then The Meister took pictures.

Gramma caught on to the picture taking.  Grampa not so much.
Can you feel what I’m feeling in this picture?

Eventually, it was time to get Turning Silver ready to go to the races.  She was brushed and hosed off, covered in a fly sheet and walked up to the paddock.  I drove in the air conditioned car.  She broke well, and she ran well, and SHE WON!  woo hoo!  She broke her maiden, no it’s not dirty, it just means she won her first race.  No pics, they are still on order.

What did you do this weekend?  Did you hurry up and wait?

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