Horse Sense....

 

                                                      

 

Finally got to the races tonight.

It seems like forever since I've been, and to be fair, it has been far, far too long, but since I literally cannot be in two places at once, racing had to go for a while.

But it's so much fun with the horses.

And as much as I had a great time, I still miss Nana when I go.

Fuck, she was funny.  We'd be there with our cash, and the next minute she'd be telling me a story, and then I'd tell a story, and then we'd be laughing and cackling along like old witches.

I miss her, we had a cool friendship.

She always used to give me shite because, right at the end when the race was almost finished, I'd be at the railing yelling my ass off, Go!  Go! Go! 

Because the horses heard me.

And, hand on heart, you'd watch one pull his (or hers) ears back, nose forward and power forward.

It never got old.

It never gets old.

And I never care who wins.

Obviously I wish my horses/peeps to win, but when I'm at the railing, I'm being carried by the horses, and running with them.  So whoever wins, is my horse.

Nana always said she felt sorry for the horses who won, who didn't have any humans come to watch them.  

So they were by themselves when they got their winners photograph.

But apart from the horses, I also had two very cool conversations:

The first was with this young guy who was 6'8" and we started chatting about his height, 'cause Liam's 6'5' and he ended up giving me a hug to make up for Liam not physically being able to.

And the second conversation was with a 5 year old girl.

Jez she was intelligent.  Chatting away, holding an actual conversation.  Her parents are doing exceptionally well in raising her.

I love racing and racing peeps, but sometimes, if I'm honest, I just get tired of people.  

The ego, the abuse, the greed, the lies, the unbelievable un-kindness, the what's-in-it-for-me, and the self-ass-holey attitude is a daily part of my human work. 

And the smell is hard.

What you don't get is all these toxic and hateful thoughts, un-kind words and bad actions...smell.

And they all have their own particular smell.

So all my senses are over-whelmed these days.

And these toxic words, thoughts and actions are making people little.  Less.  Less-er.

Before, when I Read, I used to get Kings come out in Readings, now I get Knights.  Little peeps, who do little un-worthy things.  

This is what I will remember re Covid - how it made people so much less.

Nowadays I would let 95%, possibly 98%, of that shite go.  You keep your ugly to yourself, I want no part of it.  

But that last 2%, well...

Which actually works really well.  Because if I am losing my shite somewhere, you better know that Zeus himself will not stop this little Hell-cat when I get started.

The kindest thing you could say is that I'm not backing down for love nor money, Heaven or Hell.

To be fair though, I'm way, way better than I used to be, but also remember, I've been a woman running her own business for 31 years....and this industry is not for the faint hearted.

If you didn't fight like a Hell-cat, you drowned.

So you know, judge me if you must.

But anyhou, I signed up to work with Spirit and this is where we're standing right now, and it won't always be this way...I get that.

But ultimately, it's always the horses.  

I care about racing...and winning, because I can be a bit of a tart about things like that, but ultimately, when I switch off and go to my Soul place, it's just the horses.

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Chew is doing exceptionally well health wise.

Well, he came out today, spied a treat I was giving the big horses, made a run for it, picked the bag up (while running past it) and hoofed it at a rate of knots which I didn't realize he was still physically capable of.

He is.

Impressive to watch.

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And I haven't quite got Az right.

We're better, but I can't quite get on top of his sugar hooves.

Not like I should.  But then again I expect a full recovery, not just a, We're all good while we use **** but when we stop, it comes back, kind of scenario.

However, I'm trying a new old product in another way, and I have a feeling I'm on the right path.

I then tried another new thing, technically should work, but I have nothing concrete to prove that it might.  In fact, it might come under the, Are you trying to kill the damn horses again? umbrella.

No, just thinking outside the square, which to be fair, is what you should be doing.

However, I have tingly hands.  I think we're onto a winner.

Because the horses, once they got past the, WTF is this....no, wait...this is delicious... were real fans.

I have a feeling we might finally be on the right path.

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Fuck , my horses are funny when we're trying new stuff.

First off, everyone wants a bit.  No one wants to be left out of anything fabulous.

But then it goes:

Cappy:  Hoof up...Thank you, I love you.  But no.   

Mumma bear:  Side eye-ing me....I'm not eating that.

Although to be fair, she is in such great nick that I could decide to inseminate her this afternoon, and she would catch, go full-term, and then quietly give birth.

AND everytime I go to Karaka to the sales, she lectures me before I go, Do NOT come home with a baby.  You want a baby, I'll make you one...

Az:  Nom...nom...nom...nom...

Chew: Hoof up...Don't talk to me I'm eating.

Ralphy poo:  Chomp...chomp....chomp...chomp...

Suz:  Silence.  She just quietly eats.

I love my horses.

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Oooooohhhhhh...let me leave you with a weird and bizarre:

Was at the Casino a few weeks back, and the whole Casino was down.  It had been hacked and ALL pokies and electrical machines were frozen.

No money out, but you could still put money in.

We were there for half an hour, we'd got there after it was down, then left realizing what a mammoth issue they had.

BUT...that never hit the papers, Facebook, Instagram or any Social Media.

Just putting it out there.

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Dropped two of the new things I tried.

None of the horses liked it enough to eat it twice, and when I rounded it up and gave it to the chickens, they also wouldn't touch it.

I never eat anything the horses or chickens won't eat.

Especially the chickens, 'cause they eat everything bwahahahaha

** None of the horses were harmed with the new foods, but it goes to prove what I've been banging on about for the past wee while...there's a new spray being used, and it's harmful to us.

** The other thing we tried has exceeded my expectations by x100.  

And if these results are actually true, it changes everything.

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So that's been our week:

Take what you need, leave the rest, don't be a Fuckwit.

Kissy hugs

Caps, me (T - she/her), Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Rose, Pepper, Marmite, Geraldine, Milli, Bessie, Raz, Sugar, Butter, Cookie and Cinammon. 

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