My Thoughts For Today


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I was one of the thousands who wanted to see California Chrome win the Triple Crown.

Chrome is a beautiful horse, but it wasn’t so much the horse that captured me. It was the story of an underdog and the dream of an unknown rising up amongst the elite and taking the prize.  It was my desire to see those outsiders win; the two owners who appear to be blue collar workers that come from humble ranks; the older trainer who hoped against hope that his hard work through the yearswould receive recognition; the jockey who dreamed of making a second winning ride for the Triple Crown.  Sadly their dreams all evaporated when the horses crossed the finish line.

I watched co-owner Steve Coburn lash out, driven by the absolutely shattering loss of a dream that had been so real in his mind he must have been certain it would happen. I wished he’d just left his comment at “I thought he was gaining ground, but he didn’t have it in him, apparently.”  But he went on to denigrate the system in his disappointment.

When the race was over I posted on facebook, saying:

Sadly California Chrome didn’t win the Belmont Stakes–no Triple Crown winner in 2014. I could sympathize with his owners frustration, but it would have been more becoming if he’d expressed his feelings in private. I’d say 2 out of 3 isn’t bad, and California Chrome is still a great horse.

Another person came back and posted;

“It was more than frustration it was a rambling rant. The practice of horses losing at the Derby, skipping the Preakness to make a run at a “potential” Triple Crown Winner has been going on for years. This is nothing new, and if the owner of Chrome can’t handle the loss he should have stayed in California. The Triple Crown is supposed to be tough!!!”

Factually, what this individual posted was dead on, but the tone of it bothered me. There was no recognition of the man’s emotional pain as he’d watched a dream slip away.   It stayed with me all night and it’s still with me today.

I’m from the middle class, and I enjoy watching horse racing on TV, but I’m not ashamed to admit that the ranks of the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness and the Belmont Stakes are away beyond my financial bracket.  But I say “go for it” to anyone who has those dreams and aspirations and are willing to make the sacrifices it takes to make them happen.

On a much lower level I have witnessed the snobbery that can run in other horse related circles.  The way the “professionals” look down on a newbies in the crowd.  But everyone starts somewhere and since Dumbass Partners are not from the usual elite horse racing crowd, I believe it had to be pretty hard for some of establishment to watch an unknown snatch the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness.

One comment on face book was:

“The Belmonte stakes sort out the pretenders from the professionals.”

It’s hard for me to see Dumbass Partners or California Chrome as pretenders.  Those two men dug deep into their resources to buy a horse that nobody else thought was worth a pinch.  Word has it that Mr. Perry put a great deal of thought into researching bloodlines for the breeding that resulted in California Chrome.  As the foal grew they could see potential in it; it became the nucleus of a dream.  Gradually that dream grew and ballooned for them; especially evident in Steve Coburn who appears to be more flamboyant than his partner.   When Chrome started winning, they had glimpse of something rare and wonderful, something that fired their wildnest dreams.

And the horse did win important races that qualified him to reach for the Triple Crown. Was he just a “pretender” at the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness?  And where were the “professionals” at those races?

Can we fault anyone for reaching for the golden ring? No!  I don’t think Steve Coburn and team should have stayed in California, no matter how devasting the loss was to them. I’m glad they had the courage to follow their dream and if they all hadn’t wholeheartedly believed in that dream they would have been lost before the race began.

Unless he spoke out later, Coburns partner, Perry Martin, seemed to keep his thoughts and emotions to himself.  I can imagine some of the team wished that Mr. Coburn hadn’t been so outspoken, but I could empathise with him.

I hope we hear about California Chrome and Dumbass Partners in a winning way again.  I actually had to chuckle at the “unprofessional” way that Coburn and Martin played off each other.  It looks like a winning partnership to me.

I’m glad they dared to dream!

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A week ago my husband lined up a trip to Bella Coola to market his books.  I usually go with him on all these trips because I do not want to see him make long trips by himself anymore. Lately I have been overwhelmed with computer work, dealing with his publisher and the publishing process for three of his manuscripts, as well as trying to catch up on my accounting and book keeping for 2013, so I was grateful when he found someone else to go along with him.  Then at the last minute his companion for the trip couldn’t go so I put aside my work and said I would go with him.  And it turned out to be a spectacularly beautiful journey and I was so happy things had turned out the way they did!

The trip is about 1000 km round trip from our home at Horsefly to Bella Coola. 

We’d had cloudy, showery weather but Tuesday morning when we left home it was a sunny spectacular day.  I’d been watching the weather network from Alexis Creek, to Anahim and on to Bella Coola and the forecast looked good for the days we would be travelling.  The weatherman didn’t change his mind–we had sunshine and clear sky all the way there and back.  Fall is my favorite time of the year  and the colors were a feast for the eyes.  It was a fabulous trip!

When I looked through my posts, I realized that a visitor might wonder if I just give every book 4 or 5 stars.  I DO NOT DO THAT!  I read many, many books, and I have a personal policy.

I always read the book, no matter how good or bad I think it is.  I never give bad or derogatory reviews:  no matter what I think of the book, the author has put their time and energy into it…and someone else might like it, so I simply don’t write a review if I don’t like it.

If a book has a lot of positive reviews (over 100) I don’t write a review unless I’m really impressed, because the author is well supported and I feel my time and energy are better spent helping a less known author or book.

I only write reviews for books that I feel I can honestly give 5, 4 or 3 stars.

I just wanted my readers to know that my reviews are written with sincerity and a purpose to give readers my impression of the book.

Enjoy a great read!

Gloria

Dear Goria,
I read both of your books Hearts at risk and Run. Wow! I couldn’t put them down, but at the same time I had to slow myself down because I didn’t want either of them to end. I actually felt loss each time I finished a book. Your stories captivate me. I am wondering when the release date for the third book in the trilogy will be released! I look forward to reading the stories you create. Thank you for writing them.
Sincerely,
Margaret Ramsey
100 Mile House B.C.

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I love fall! When I went to bed last night a band of mauvey pink trimmed the horizon for 180 degrees south and west  and the dome of the sky above  was crystal clear.  It was absolutely beautiful.  We haven’t had a killing frost yet and both hubby and I thought this would be the night–there was a sharp chill in the air.

It was early–before 8PM. I was computer weary and I watch very little TV these days; there’s too much politics, violence and unpleasantness for me, so I escape and relax with my Kindle in bed. I wanted to finish reading Freedom Road by TM Souders.  I was almost finished and I wanted to see how it ended.  It is a wonderful story of a  courageous eighteen year old whose  guitar has anchored her, given her solace, hope  and dreams of a future, until a bizarre incident robs her of all that it meant to her. As she fights her way back, a twelve years old boy and a wonderful young man become her support system.  I finished it early and after I lay and thought about it for a while, I thumbed through my Kindle list and decided to read Deadly Offerings by Alexa Grace.  It is not a long book and once I got started reading I didn’t want to quit so I read until I was finished–at 2 AM.  Not a good plan for me–about 3 hours past my sleep time but oh how I enjoyed the read!

I didn’t wake up until 7 this morning and I’d had a sound sleep–which is not always the case when I stay up too late.  The sky was clear again, but the fog that hadn’t been in the valley yesterday morning, was back today.  The grass looked like it had frost on it, but the air from the open patio door didn’t feel that cold.  I got up and checked the temperature–it was 6 degrees Celsius–we’d missed the crippling touch of Jack Frost once again. The grass had be laden with a heavy dew instead. I checked occasionally and noticed the fog was reaching up, trailing higher until it filled in the lower areas around our house here on the hill.  Finally it enfolded us in it gossamer cloak.  Then as I sat in my office looking out the window, the sun rose and the fog started to dissipate. Suddenly, in what seemed to be a blink of the eye, it was gone.  The sky was crystal clear again, and the land was bathed by the brightness of the sun!

Another perfect Fall day!!

Last night I finished reading Prophecy of the Flame by Lynn Hardy; a book full of other world mystique,  magic spells and romance. This morning when I walked into the kitchen, I looked out over the valley and caught a vision of earthly mystique and the magic of natures romance.

We live on a hill that overlooks a valley below. Our view stretches beyond it, across the hills and draws, to the Woodjam hills on the horizon.  The scene changes with the seasons and the weather. The Horsefly river runs along the edge of the valley.  We are slipping into fall here. The evenings are moderate, the mornings cool and crisp. Fog forms over the river and drifts through the valleys and draws.

This morning it could have been a scene in a fantasy movie. A heavy layer of fog followed the river for miles, tendrils reaching out, seeping through the valley and into each draw for as far as I could see. The tops of the  conifer tress were ghostly as they poked through the white mist that blanketed everything below it. Yet here on our hilltop the air was crisp and clear, waiting for the expected brilliance of sunshine to fill the day.

Half an hour later the sun kept that promise. The brightness of it’s light bathed the pasture where the horses were grazing in front of the house, turning the dew covered grass into a sparkling green carpet. The tendrils of fog retreated from the valley below, revealing the green of the farmer’s hay field and the river became a glinting silver ribbon along its edge.  The conifers stood tall, the brushes and deciduous trees revealed threads of gold that will weave itself through the fabric of their fall tapestry

The mystical spell disperses, but later when I look there are still isolated pockets of white mist hovering in the distance. Within minutes the warmth and power of the sun-magi overcomes it. The earth is left sparkling and full of promise for another day.

There is magic in this world!

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