Imagine if every day was travel day…think of the things you’d get done. I’m bombing away through a to-do list. Laundry, compost, dishes, invoices, apps, writing, selling, ticking, checking, emailing, texting, cleaning, hugging…
No crying. Yet.
Just gave Miles an awkward hug, sliding between his baseball bag strapped to his chest, two bats with cleats at the top poking in the air like beanstalks, his school backpack strapped to his back and a swinging lunchbox that knocked me in the ear. Still a long, sweet goodbye to the man of the house for the next nine days.
Epsom, Sandown, Twickenham, Taunton, Cheltenham…or something like that.
On a day when news dropped that Gaelic Warrior is not running in the Queen Mother and might redirect to the Ryanair and that Lossiemouth is shortening ever shorter in the Mares Hurdle, I was checking the declarations for Gowran Park. There is Imarajan in the opener. Tougher race, deeper field but a good logical step in his education. I’ll be watching from Sandown, a few minutes after the EBF Final (one of my favorite races) and a few minutes before the Imperial Cup (another one of my favorite races).
Actually, it’s laughable to call any race a favorite race. I’ll watch and enjoy any race. Today started with an impressive romp by Audubon Park (look out for her anywhere, anytime) at Saint Cloud and will roll through Bahrain (come on Killybegs) and hit every stop in between. Thurles to Turfway. I’ll be on a plane when the latter starts. Hopefully with a shorter to-do list.
See you in England.
