Everything came to a screeching halt yesterday. It was the running of the Kentucky Derby and that took top priority in my book. Camille was waiting for her own tree guy to show up, so called and asked if she could come watch the race here. "If you'll ignore the dust, of course!" I do enjoy all the hoopla at Kentucky Downs, but was disappointed that only two races were televised before the Derby. Deb and Craig and I were ready with our nickels to place our bets, but we were none of us winners yesterday. Phooey. Craig came closest with his horse, Gun Runner, coming in show (third) position in the Derby. Cam and Honey had to leave when her appointment showed up, but I knew she'd be back. She dropped her cellphone here on the way out. They returned in time for the big race. As Deb said, four hours for the fastest three minutes (or less) in history!
As if putting it all on hold during the day for the Derby wasn't enough, NASCAR ran a Saturday evening race and that was the end of that. It was kind of a drizzly day, so not much would have gotten done anyhow.
It's grey and wet again this morning. The girls are tired of it. I'm tired of it. I really need a day of sunshine so I can get the little pen ready for the chicks that are rapidly transitioning into pullets. Had to laugh yesterday when Cam heard them yelling in the laundry room and said, "You have chickens in the house??" Pretty much the same reaction I had when I visited a neighbor who was raising a calf in her kitchen. Country living at its finest.