This was my horse, #6. He came in dead last! |
Headed for the finish line, notice that #6 is not to be found |
It is always thrilling to see the horses come around the last turn and race for the finish line. Unfortunately, in the first five races, my horses all came in last. That should pay off something. It takes great skill and insight to pick the last place horse in every race. I used all of my winning criteria to pick horses. Long eyelashes, pretty color, attitude and perkiness, soulful eyes. I don't know what happened. Roger did a bit better than I did and won three or four races. I don't understand why he would win using information like: jockey and trainer records, the horses record in various length races, track conditions, etc.
Checking the racing form |
In other news, the weather still sucks. We have had a couple days of sunshine, but they are few and far between. Did you know that Washington is the biggest seller of sunglasses? It is so rare to need them here that everyone forgets where they put the last pair and needs to buy a new pair every time the sun shines. It's true! According to my neighbor, who has lived here all of her life, this is the worst spring she has ever seen. The coldest, wettest and grayest. We hit 70 degrees once, last Friday. On the morning news it was the top story. The traffic girl was warning of sun glare. The weather guy had expanded time to talk about the glorious day ahead. At least 60% of the broadcast was devoted to the weather. It would be hilarious if it were a satire and not real life in Seattle. But summer is around the corner still and we are hopeful for warm and dry days yet.
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