How many of you remember...

I just finished the book Secretariat by William Nack.  I had seen the movie but sometimes I like to read the book.  Now that I have read the book I want to see the movie again.  I do remember watching him run the Kentucky Derby when I was in high school.  This one is the Belmont Stakes...you just got to watch him run!  And be sure and notice that he is running on his own...no whip is being used.

I had finished the book a few days ago, and meant to look then to see if YouTube had his race videos, but did not remember to do that till tonight.  Roger and I have sat and watched them, as well as others about him streaming on TV.    Oh, what a horse he was.  I would like to encourage you to watch some of the videos about him...there is one by ESPN that is excellent. 

I get pretty excited watching some football games, but they don't hold a candle to horse races.  I am always telling Roger I missed my calling.  I would have been happy just taking care of Secretariat. 

Random thoughts....

Time again for Random Five...I had not thought about it till a few minutes ago.  I really admire the people that aren't afraid to say what they are thinking...I always self edit.  Anyway, here are a few of my random thoughts...

1.  The first thing that popped into my mind is that I cannot wait for the weekend because Lorelei is coming to visit.  She has not been here since Labor Day weekend. Even though I took a few things to the family reunion, I still have a little pile of stuff to give her.  we are always seeing little things we think she would like. Any time we think of her and talk about her, we are always laughing.  Her mom got to volunteer at her preschool a few weeks ago.  Now, keep in mind on her very first day of school, she asked her mom if the teachers would like hugs.  Sarah told her she was sure they probably would.

So she absolutely loves preschool.  And her teacher told Sarah she is all about following the rules.  Mrs. W told Sarah it was so cute...she would see Lorelei raise her hand and have such a serious little face.  When Mrs. W asks Lo what she needs..Lo tells her she could sure use a hug!

It is things like this keeps a smile on our face...even through rough times.

2.  It has been a hard, hard month....I hope next month is better.

3.  Even with the hard things, there has been joy, too.

4. I had a decluttering day the other day....I told my husband it pays to declutter.  I was working in my kitchen and found $40!  I first found $20 up in with my cookbooks, Then there was another $20 bill I found.  I was cleaning off my fluorescent light.  It is mounted on the wall...it is a convenient place to set little things that I want to sit out of the way. It was weird, I had ran my dishrag over it and looked down, and there was that $20 and I had not even realized I had picked anything up other than a bit of dust.  And I think I had laid that $20 there a long time ago for something...thinking I would need to grab it to pay something but now I haven't a clue.  So not only did I come out free of some things that were cluttering up my cabinets, I came out $40 richer.

5.  It is past midnight now....I really hope I can remember to link to Random Five when it opens...how's that for my last random thought? 

Right now, I think I will go mop my kitchen and clean my bath till I don't have to do it in the morn..

One of two favorite fall poems....When The Frost is on the Pumpkin

Hoping this works....I am copying from two former posts of mine....



I heard this read a few years ago on TV...then got the idea to look for it on YouTube and found the above.  The words are below till you can follow along if you want.  The words are correct.  I have checked them against books of poems by James Whitcomb Riley.    

WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN  by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)

HEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,

And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,

And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,

And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;

O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,

With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,

As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.




They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere

When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here--

Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,

And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;

But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze

Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days

Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock--

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.



The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,

And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;

The stubble in the furries--kindo' lonesome-like, but still

A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;

The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;

The hosses in theyr stalls below--the clover over-head!--

O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!





Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps

Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;

And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through

With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...

I don't know how to tell it--but ef sich a thing could be

As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me--

I'd want to 'commodate 'em--all the whole-indurin' flock--

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.