The rain came down last night, enough to make J neurotic about his beloved grill, enough in fact that practically the only conversation we had after he arrived home at 11:45pm from Chicago was about the damage the rain would cause. All I want to do is sleep at 11:45pm and so I make the right kind of grunting noises in agreement with his rant, wait from him to finish his salami and cheese sandwich, and listen to the rain pounding on the skylight above our bed.
Minks and I drove back from Santa Barbara singing Radio Nowhere at the top of our lungs and generally loving Bruce. She rode beautifully, didn't place, but came back with a sleeveless fleece emblazoned in a yellow SFVHSA 2007 Medal Finals logo, and she's happy, which makes me believe we made the right decision. It's her first final and she's smiling. The mare was fine, poking her little nose, ears flat back on her head as is her wont. The cheering squad was out in force - my friend Julie and her daughter Mandy who'd flown in from college on the east coast just to watch. I was proud of her.
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