We spent the day at Keeneland, the venerable race course in Lexington, Kentucky. It was wonderful– sunny, neither too warm nor too cold, and every horse crossed the wire in good nick. We even won a little money.
It was also remarkable in seeing how many beautiful young women turn themselves out looking, well, absurd. Even a hundred years ago when I was young and slender and beautiful, had I appeared in one of these costumes, one or all of my parents would have said “Are you really going out wearing that?” So sad that these lovely girls don’t have people in their lives who care enough to tell them how ridiculous they look.
Don’t I sound old and cranky? I don’t mean to. It’s just that one used to see elegant young women at the races looking every inch the gorgeous thoroughbred and now they just look tawdry. (Of course, drinking yourself into stupor is never attractive on either gender.) I am old and fat, but at least I try to not be embarrassing.
We took a little break from the race card and went out to see a friend who works at the famous racehorse nursery, Mill Ridge. The foals were delightful. It was every inch the perfect day. Still not a hundred percent health-wise– not sure what’s up with that, I may have to break down and consult a physician next week– but the day was splendid enough to make me forget. It is wonderful to have fun; I think we sometimes neglect that vital part of our lives.
Today’s target number is 65. I don’t think I’m actually gaining weight, I think this has something to do with whatever’s ailing me. I walked 8125 steps, gingerly. Consumed orange juice, english muffin, slice of ham, one egg, carrots, small corn muffin, green salad and grilled haddock.