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Morning. Afternoon. Night. That’s our Sunday. Just sat down on the couch between afternoon and night. The sun has set on a brisk but beautiful Sunday. One last trip to the barn awaits. Here’s one from the archives. Night check. Every night, after dinner, we trek to the barn. Some days, it’s comforting, almost therapeutic, … Read more
Past performances . . . Mask . . . Gloves . . . Glasses . . . Digital recorder . . . Phone . . . Pen . . . Past performances . . . Mask . . . Gloves . . . Glasses . . . Digital recorder . . . Phone . . . Pen . . . Past performances . . . Mask . . . Gloves . . . Glasses . . . Digital recorder . . . Phone . . . Pen . . .
Past performances . . . Mask . . . Gloves . . . Glasses . . . Digital recorder . . . Pen . . .
A few words, just to keep the streak alive. I’ll do better tomorrow. Sean is trying to write every day, for more from the Inside Rail, check out the blog’s main page.
By the Numbers. 1: Road trip. 37: Hours. 3: States. 3: Barns. 7: Sets. 13: Horses. 1: Loose horse. 2: Lost shoes. 23: Videos. Countless: Hopes and dreams. Sean is trying to write every day, for more from the Inside Rail, check out the blog’s main page.
Road trip to see horses. Oh, how I need to see horses run. Danielle Hodsdon, Todd Wyatt and Jack Fisher. I’ve checked off Danielle at Fair Hill so far. Windy and brisk at the dirt-track gap but great to be out and about, with horses rolling past. Fresh dirt track. One thing I’ve learned, all … Read more
Forty-nine degrees this afternoon. Sixty-five tomorrow. Green poking through the brown in the flowerbeds. Sun poking through the clouds. I finished Bobby Orr’s book yesterday. Orr, My Story. Easy, entertaining read. That’s eight for the year. Picked up The Sportswriter, by Richard Ford. Anybody read it? It’s been on my shelf for a while. Ticked … Read more
Brent has come and gone. A quick but quaint visit from our friend Brent Harris as he works his way north on his annual road trip from Canada to Florida and back to Canada. A breath of fresh air in the dead of winter. Nothing has changed in our 30-year relationship. From rooming together in … Read more
Restarting the engine for the week, always daunting. A bunch of tasks on the list, time to start ticking them off, from the NSA survey to a condolence note to text for the Saratoga Special brochure to downloading and studying Tuesday form to fixing the garden fence. The latter will wait. Brisk today, high of … Read more
Snowed overnight. An inch or two, nothing more. Barn chores this morning. Eight hours of Super Bowl pregame going strong while time ticks between morning duties and afternoon duties. Time to make lunch. Sean is trying to write every day, for more from the Inside Rail, check out the blog’s main page.
Spent the day on the farm. Temperature reaching 60 degrees. Laying cardboard and woodchips on the garden trails, I love free stuff, cardboard from Amazon deliveries and takeout pizza, woodchips from the tree trimmers when I see him on the local strip. Organizing the woodshed, kindling to the right, logs in the center, scrap wood … Read more
