Posts Tagged ‘watching hockey’
Questions Answered
I got my question answered last night as to what the competition would look like between the Carolina Hurricanes and the Vegas Golden Knights in Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Championship series. Both teams were so dominant in their semi-final series that I was curious how it would look when they went up against each other.
Pretty evenly matched, as one might expect. The hometown Carolina fans went home disappointed. It had started so well for them, with a goal in the first 25 seconds of the game.
I also got a question about my crumbling tooth answered. It wasn’t the tooth; it was an old filling. I’ve been chewing on one side of my mouth for a week, hoping it wouldn’t fall apart more than it already had. My appointment for a repair was yesterday morning.
Unfortunately, to make me all better, the dentist went medieval on my jaw. It’s too bad that fixing our bodies can cause pain in the process of ending pain. My head really hurt after the Novocaine wore off. However, I was able to eat dinner on both sides of my mouth. Gimme a “V” for victory!
There is no question that the new blade motor on my riding mower is working better than the original did. I haven’t had an error since I replaced it.
One question that has yet to be answered is whether I will get packed and ready to go on my next biking/camping adventure before today is over, or wait until tomorrow morning to finish, leaving only minutes until departure. I’m not usually one to wait until the deadline is so close to complete my preparations, but I am prone to procrastination.
I guess I’ll surprise myself by waiting to decide if I value sleep more than being prepared in advance. At least I won’t have the distraction of a hockey game tonight.
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Successful Foal
We learned yesterday that three of Mia’s nine foals are still racing and the last-born filly just won a race at Churchill Downs on Friday.
“Shes a Secret” is a three-year-old who ran to victory, making us all proud for Mia and her last baby. Mia’s former owners stopped by to see her and express their appreciation for This Old Horse taking care of their retired broodmare. They told us that Mia was a very good mamma.
It was hot and muggy with miserable air quality due to smoke from Canadian wildfires and the horses were standing by our fans, stomping their legs to knock off biting flies. Not ideal conditions for hanging with the horses under the overhang. Cyndie noticed that Mia was really sweaty and wanted her to be looking her best when company arrived so she choreographed an opportunity for Mia to have better access to one of the fans.
Worked like a charm.
Mia posed for a few pictures and the visitors served up cool baby carrots for all the horses to celebrate the occasion.
I ducked out to check on Asher up at the house where Cyndie had left him with a bone to occupy him. He was doing fine but wouldn’t let that bone out of his mouth for nothin’. I put his vest on over the bone and we went out for a little walk. When he found a spot he liked, he dug a hole and dropped the bone in it. Then came the classic exercise of nosing dirt and leaves over the precious snack to save it for who knows when in the future.
He appears to have that natural instinct down perfectly well.
I am impressed with his ability to cope with the heat outside lately. He is such a hot bod and his dark color must really grab those sun rays fast, yet he soldiers on without complaint. Asher is quick to drink from our landscape pond, passing up perfectly good bowls of water to get there. He shows no hesitation about going back into the house where the floors are cool to lie on for naps.
There was no napping for me yesterday afternoon. I mowed grass around the barn to spruce up the place before our visitors arrived and failed miserably at avoiding the heat and bad air. I cooled off later by watching Game 2 of the Stanley Cup finals on television.
With no prior favorite between the two non-hockey geographic location teams, I find myself leaning toward Vegas over Florida.
I won’t be placing any bets on it, though.
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