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Tuesday, July 22nd, 2014
11:39 am - Company Coming
Early e-mails from my high school best friend said she and her husband would be arriving via Harley on Sunday or Monday.

An extra-loud rock group caused them to leave early, arriving Sunday for fun and chatter. One of the "frills and extras" was her husband's lifting help in clearing out the space my new 27" Apple monitor for me Mac Pro. Migrated the software from my MacBook Pro and up and running less than four hours later (lunch break included...)

current mood: contented

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Wednesday, July 9th, 2014
11:34 am - I Wonder
LBHH emailed, "Wonder what he wrangled with… Glad to hear he will survive."

The enforcers who zealously guard the front porch. All three are castrated, but that doesn't seem to have removed the aggression gene, contrary to popular opinion.

I put him out this morning, leg not swollen any more. I stuck him in the cat house. No wailing (hopefully, no gnashing of teeth...)

current mood: more relaxed

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3:20 am - And He Caterwauls at All Hours
But far, far worse was having him MARK HIS TERRITORY three times!

Even though I cleaned up each spot promptly, my nose insists he did it again. (My eyes can't find any evidence to that effect. Since he sprayed the washer/dryer, not the wall, it wiped up, not soaked in.

current mood: seething

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Tuesday, July 8th, 2014
3:17 am - Two's Lason Home Again, Jiggity Jig...
And first one sister, then the other griped because I didn't immediately post his condition.

Two's Lason came home after a few hours. He is in the utility room - no broken legs, lots of nasty cuts I have to watch for three-four days, be sure he eats/drinks, and poops. The first thing he did when I uncrated him and finished petting him was bolt over the washer/dryer. I needed to SLEEP, but I was afraid I would have to move one or the other to retrieve him. After several hours, he came out and slept on the top of the dryer.

Unfortunately, although I tried repeatedly, I could not drop off to sleep off schedule like that. Sigh.

Eventually, all the rest happened, but he decided to mark his territory three times instead of using kitty litter. Were it not for the injuries, that first un-house-cat-like behavior would have earned him his renewed freedom.

He was NOT friendly to the vet, but like with the two full-grown toms I sent in for castration, he's fine for me. Of course, I raised him, feed him, etc.

current mood: irritated

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Sunday, July 6th, 2014
8:10 am - Two's Lason at Vet's
At 4:30am this morning Lason (Two's Last Son, a yellow tom) came home, chugging down food on the back porch as rapidly as possible. He was torn up, a huge bite on one side of his face, a torn area behind one ear, and lame on one back leg. He purred and allowed me to pick him up. I tried to put him in the utility room, but he bolted back outside when I went to bring the food back in.

He let me catch him again, so I got him into the crate, but the car was in front of the front door. I carried him through the house with his weight jerking me from one angle to another. Once he was in the back seat, I coasted down the drive and onto the paving. Never going above 20 mph, I geared my speed to his comfort. Fearing the back leg was broken, I was very conscious of not jiggling it around any more than necessary. He would answer me when I talked in "cat" to him, and eventually, he settled in and grew silent. Conscious? Unconscious? Dead? I had no idea. He'd be quiet, then rouse, yowl, whimper, then again grow silent. Below 10 mph., he was generally quiet. A horse could have kept pace with us! (He'd have been mighty tired by the time we arrived, though.)

I discovered that the car that passes shortly after 5:15 each morning is RED and sporty, most likely heads from Millerton down to Corydon before heading north toward Chariton. I know that has been going on since at least 1995. I always imagined someone heading up to Des Moines to work. Now, I've revised my idea to delivery person for the Des Moines Register? It didn't catch up to me until I was less than 1/4 mile from the stop sign at Millerton.

Once I hit Highway 14, I monitored the pinking predawn light reflected in the "good hunt for figures clouds" out my driver's window. Two more cars, one from each direction, came by before I got to the hit the curves. From Chalmer's on, a white pickup, then a semi came by, HEAVY TRAFFIC, as that is only about 1/2 mile. Sometimes I was only traveling 7 or 8 mph, which meant I didn't arrive at the vet's, about 17 miles, until at 6:15. Carefully, I carried him to the back door -- no lurching, and not much conversation, either. Before I pulled out to head home, he'd curled up in the far back of the crate and appeared to be sleeping. I left a note on the crate, tucked under the handle, then held down with two rocks.

Getting home about 6:33, I called the vet's office to see who was on call. (Time and date impairment is still in full swing. I thought it was MONDAY, and called the number way, way early.) The vet assured me he was getting up shortly anyway and would soon be heading out to the clinic, which would happen twice. He's going to check the cat out and call me.

"Aren't you glad I didn't call at 4:30 when I first found him?" I teased.

I guess, from the size of this "quick note" I can still pull an all nighter. I was on my way to bed at 4:30 when I heard poor Lason.

He was so sweet for me. I hope he doesn't act with the staff the way the two Tiger boys did when they went in for shots. He's never been to the vet's before.

I told them in the note I'd also be bringing in his full sister Graceful Two (Gracie) this time around for her first shots.

current mood: upset

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Thursday, June 26th, 2014
10:37 pm - Sundown Cat
Black Stripe was not in the cat house/chicken wire pen.

Spelunker was lying on a pile of construction supplies, while Four's Son was growling at the far corner. I couldn't figure out what his problem was until Black Stripe waltzed up for petting.

I picked her up and put her back in the cat house. (At least she was with the right male, even though he was not impressed with her. Four's Son is Bandita's, while Black Stripe is from Two Faced. This lineage thing may have unexpected consequences, as there are two other yellow toms somewhere around who are Black Stripe's half brothers. It's been over a week since I've seen them, though.)

Hint of Orange was back in her normal place on top of the storage area (she's long haired, but evidently doesn't realize that warm air rises).

Bandita's Beauty and the tortoise shell from Two Faced's last litter before she was spayed both came out to be petted.

Maybe now that they can go outside, Hint's sister Licker will return and hang around. I sure hate losing her!

current mood: content, mostly

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12:36 pm - Jumped the Gun
Last night, after it had cooled off a bit, I went out to see if the cats were enjoying their new-found freedom. The outdoor pen was empty, so I went inside, collected Black Stripe, and carried her around to the outside, locking her in the larger area.

She turned around and tried to rejoin me. I went to the far end, near the cat door into the garage. She duly followed the length of the pen, again trying to reach me through the chicken wire. Finally, I decided to help her find the entry into the cat house from the outside. I went in, picked her up, and put her head and neck into the hole. She tried to curve her body around and rejoin me. I reached inside, and bumped my hand against WOOD! The door in the plywood two story dens did not match up with the hole in the garage.

I drove down to the carpenter's house and asked if he'd checked out the hole. He had no idea the entry hit into a two by four instead of lining up with the hole on the inside. (The wall is over four inches thick, so if you don't put your hand inside, the misalignment is not readily apparent.)

This morning, he came down and used a jig saw to create a hole into the back of the dens. Design now matches reality.

So, are the cats outside, basking in the wind, communing with nature? Nope. They are hidden so deeply in the dens that I can't even see them through any of the four entries. I called, but they didn't answer. Now I'm wondering if they escaped the are during the construction of the entry hole, or are just hiding until they get more familiar with their new surroundings.

Definitely a worry wart.

current mood: apprehensive

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Wednesday, June 25th, 2014
4:06 pm - My CAT HOUSE
I HAVE A WORKING CAT HOUSE NOW! Not all the details are finished, but it is at least allowing the poor critters to go outside unsupervised for the first time in their lives.

current mood: laughing

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2:04 pm - LOL of the Day Department
I'm cleaning/organizing. In one pile, dated 2/15/2013, I found a note.
(start note)
To LBHH (my sister-ed)
Imagining Argentina
Cat Ballou
Turner & Hooch
(end note)
Scribbled on the side, "Start movie DVD/VCR list. [Also use as] 'Like back' list."

TODAY, I copied my "books read" list format and entered the four names, as well as the book pattern for The English Patient. I know I had/have the audio book version for Eng. Patient, and have subsequently WATCHED the movie, but whether I own/rented the Netflix version, I'm not sure. I'm also not sure if I returned the tapes (verdict still out on that one, but I DID find the DVD camera, still in the bag with the other things I had not unloaded following my cousins and my return from the Wyoming funeral, properly "put away" so well that, although it was in plain sight, I didn't find it until YESTERDAY. [Hidden from myself by "putting it away in a LOGICAL place" in early April...])

My question? Did I give/send my sister those four DVD/VHS movies? If so, does she still have them? I am assuming I DID and that SHE DOES, and have so entered it in the brand new "Movies Owned" file. IF this is in error, I trust that she will let me know. (Otherwise, it may be MONTHS before I figure it out at the rate I'm going. Guess I'm learning patience.) And, are they DVD or VHS? I have/had both of many titles. (At one time, I had a start of the movies list, but it was lost lo, these many computer crashes ago, and was not more than 50 titles long at that point anyway.)

current mood: giggly

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Friday, June 6th, 2014
7:15 pm - WITTY Apple Pages Upgrade Review
What is wrong with Apple's software teams? (one star out of five review) by His Majesty the King - Version 5.2 - April 24, 2014

It seems that once the iPhone was introduced Apple put drunken monkeys in charge of its desktop apps and moved the brain trust to iOS. First iCal, then Final Cut X and now Pages have been savaged in updates that break functionality, introduce bugs, force you to work in a few kluged and counterintuitive ways, and removes the freedom and excellence which used to be the hallmark of Apple products. If this app were a car, it would have one door only, located under the passenger footwell. It would only make left turns unless one first removed the radio and replaced it with a toaster oven. The wheels would lock up at random until one scraped all the paint off and broke off the rear view mirrors.

It's as if Apple had been taken over by and evil conglomerate using the customer base as an experiment to see how much excrement you could get the populace to eat before they died or revolted. The tragedy is that they could be turning out amazing product with their billions of R&D money available. Instead, we get forced into the equivalent of a stale McBurger and generic cola with limp fries. We are watching the death throes of a once-great company.

current mood: vivid comparisons admired

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Thursday, June 5th, 2014
2:02 pm - Subjunctive Widely Misused
Subjunctive is evidently a subversive element, slated for depredation through a general refusal to use it. The subjunctive mood is the verb form used to express a wish, a suggestion, a command, or a condition that is contrary to fact. Wish fulfillment, doubts, commands/demands/suggestions/ recommendations that run contrary to current faces call for the subjunctive. "If"... is one of the most common ways to set up one of those ideas, among others. "What if I were to explain it to you carefully? Would you use it?"

Debbie Macomber, in the two-in-one novel On a Snowy Night, in The Snow Bride, page 183, wrote "If that was the case..." The truth/veracity of the statement or thought that follows is in doubt for whatever reason, but the subjunctive were is not used.

The two-in-one Right Next Door contains The Courtship of Carol Sommars, with another example from page 264: ...she felt as though she was stepping into the light...

Yet again, in Midnight Sons, Vol. 1's Brides for Brothers, p. 105, Debbie writes, "Sawyer almost wished that was true."

In the two-in-one Be My Valentine on page 269 of My Hero, Debbie writes, "If it was any more obvious, Bailey thought..."

In 16 Lighthouse Road, Debbie writes, on page 195, "Cathy Lackey came to mind next, but it might sound as though she was bragging and Cecilia didn't want that."

(That little gem also needs a comma after bragging, since what follows and is a complete sentence.)

current mood: upset

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Wednesday, June 4th, 2014
9:06 am - Notable & Quotable: Mike Bloomberg at Harvard
Intolerance of ideas—whether liberal or conservative—is antithetical to individual rights and free societies.
Updated May 30, 2014 7:02 p.m. ET
From former New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg's commencement address at Harvard University, May 29:

Repressing free expression is a natural human weakness, and it is up to us to fight it at every turn. Intolerance of ideas—whether liberal or conservative—is antithetical to individual rights and free societies, and it is no less antithetical to great universities and first-rate scholarship.

There is an idea floating around college campuses—including here at Harvard—that scholars should be funded only if their work conforms to a particular view of justice. There's a word for that idea: censorship. And it is just a modern-day form of McCarthyism.

Think about the irony: In the 1950s, the right wing was attempting to repress left wing ideas. Today, on many college campuses, it is liberals trying to repress conservative ideas, even as conservative faculty members are at risk of becoming an endangered species. And perhaps nowhere is that more true than here in the Ivy League.

In the 2012 presidential race, according to Federal Election Commission data, 96% of all campaign contributions from Ivy League faculty and employees went to Barack Obama.
Ninety-six percent. There was more disagreement among the old Soviet Politburo than there is among Ivy League donors.

That statistic should give us pause—and I say that as someone who endorsed President Obama for re-election—because let me tell you, neither party has a monopoly on truth or God on its side.

When 96% of Ivy League donors prefer one candidate to another, you have to wonder whether students are being exposed to the diversity of views that a great university should offer.

Diversity of gender, ethnicity, and orientation is important. But a university cannot be great if its faculty is politically homogenous. In fact, the whole purpose of granting tenure to professors is to ensure that they feel free to conduct research on ideas that run afoul of university politics and societal norms.

When tenure was created, it mostly protected liberals whose ideas ran up against conservative norms.

Today, if tenure is going to continue to exist, it must also protect conservatives whose ideas run up against liberal norms. Otherwise, university research—and the professors who conduct it—will lose credibility.

Great universities must not become predictably partisan. And a liberal arts education must not be an education in the art of liberalism.

The role of universities is not to promote an ideology. It is to provide scholars and students with a neutral forum for researching and debating issues—without tipping the scales in one direction, or repressing unpopular views.

Requiring scholars—and commencement speakers, for that matter—to conform to certain political standards undermines the whole purpose of a university.

This spring, it has been disturbing to see a number of college commencement speakers withdraw—or have their invitations rescinded—after protests from students and—to me, shockingly—from senior faculty and administrators who should know better.

It happened at Brandeis, Haverford, Rutgers, and Smith. Last year, it happened at Swarthmore and Johns Hopkins, I'm sorry to say.

In each case, liberals silenced a voice—and denied an honorary degree—to individuals they deemed politically objectionable. That is an outrage and we must not let it continue.

If a university thinks twice before inviting a commencement speaker because of his or her politics, censorship and conformity—the mortal enemies of freedom—win out.

And sadly, it is not just commencement season when speakers are censored.

Last fall, when I was still in City Hall, our Police Commissioner was invited to deliver a lecture at another Ivy League institution—but he was unable to do so because students shouted him down.

Isn't the purpose of a university to stir discussion, not silence it? What were the students afraid of hearing? Why did administrators not step in to prevent the mob from silencing speech? And did anyone consider that it is morally and pedagogically wrong to deprive other students the chance to hear the speech?

. . . As a former chairman of Johns Hopkins, I strongly believe that a university's obligation is not to teach students what to think but to teach students how to think. And that requires listening to the other side, weighing arguments without prejudging them, and determining whether the other side might actually make some fair points.

If the faculty fails to do this, then it is the responsibility of the administration and governing body to step in and make it a priority. If they do not, if students graduate with ears and minds closed, the university has failed both the student and society.

current mood: thoughtful

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Tuesday, May 27th, 2014
11:11 am - California Chrome Allowed to Run
Welp, after petitioning the track, the stewards ruled he wouldn't have to run breathless...

current mood: satisifed

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Sunday, May 25th, 2014
12:26 pm - "Move It" Day, part II
So that afternoon, MS decided I could put the five tortoise shell females and the yellow one out in the "cat house", and work around them for the final touch-up things. The cat house takes up the NW corner of the 26 x 26 (still unfinished garage).

Using both crates, I got three of them corralled in the utility room while MS put in light bulbs in the "cat house". I grabbed two more, preventing them from going behind the washer/dryer as he took the first crate out.

"How are you going to keep the others in as you add the new ones?" I asked.

"Oh, that won't be a problem."

I shifted my weight uneasily. Herding cats NOT a problem?

He took two more out in a single crate as I crated the two I was holding in the one he'd just returned to me.

Sure enough, no sooner had he turned them loose than they climbed his body and fled. None of them had ever been outside before. Licker (of the ever active tongue) darted through the cat door in the north wall of the garage near the people door, escaping into the house yard, then through the woven wire fence into the horse pasture and disappeared. My favorite, the long haired Hint of Orange (full sister to Licker from Bandita's second litter, the one with nine originally) came toward me when I called, but instead of coming to my feet, she detoured to the dryer vent the orange female twice used to get back into the utility room when I tried to acclimate her to outside living. Hint jammed her head in and scrabbled against the vinyl siding until I got around and caught her.

Once she was in the cat house, she climbed up in one of the carpet squares MS had attached to the wall in a sling-like shape, facing out. I petted her for a bit, then went out to try to get the other one. She'd slipped back into the garage. I could see the side of her head in a low shelf in what will be the cat food/litter storage area once the doors are put on.

Knowing what the cement would do to my knee, I still got down and tried to catch her, but she freaked out and ran under the car. We couldn't find her. I left cat food out near the place she'd picked to hide, but have not seen her again. I hate that!

Eventually, the last cat got tired of lurking behind the washer/dryer combo and came up, so I took her out, safely introducing her to the plywood holes that formed the various areas the cats can sleep/hide in. Everyone else was not only hiding, but also dead silent, a rarity for that bunch.

current mood: discontented

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11:46 am - And Another 'Possum
Late the 23rd, I heard funny noises on the front porch. Sure enough, the disgruntled cats were clustered in a clump on the steps as a huge 'possum licked the metal cat food pan. I picked up the metal mop handle and stepped outside, striking her repeatedly. Eventually, she drug herself down the steps and under the basement steps.

I set the trap on the back porch on the 24th, and awoke to the 'possum, happily encaged, food bowl intact (generally they are shredded when a raccoon or 'possum spend the night). I let MS know that we had another live trap customer to cart off into the wilds of the lake country.

current mood: resigned

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Saturday, May 24th, 2014
12:02 pm - "Move It" Day
Today, MS came along as I was taking two packages to the mailbox. I'd seen the horses out in the hay field, but where they were made it LOOK as if they were in the north pond pasture, where I wanted them to be. MS walked back there, but could not see any horses, so we did what we'd refrained from doing yesterday - drove over the new seeding.

We entered through the diagonal gate at the top of the barn pasture, then went through the main gates into the hayfield. MS went down to open the gate into the north pasture. I figured they'd run to the centerline gates, as that was the one we normally went through, so they'd have to again be led over to the north pond pasture. (Third time's a charm?)

As a safety measure, in case they went through into the yard, we also shut the farm gates so they'd have no road access. (Yes, they DO go out, look over the neighborhood, then return.)

Sure enough, all five were now at the edge of what he'd just planted, head down. I had MS stop well back and got out, calling "hey, hey" and banging on the grain bucket with a few inches of oats in the bottom that his daughter had brought yesterday.

Mocha lead the pack, Louise behind. She's been looking poorly all winter, for the first time ever. As they got closer to the bucket, Adagio moved up, getting her nose in first, a rarity. Crem and Omnia hung back. I sat in the Volvo's open back after making sure everyone got one bite.

Sure enough, they followed right to the top of the short strip leading down into the pasture from the hayfield. MS took the bucket and walked into the pasture, dumped it, and secured the gate. Painless.

We reversed the car and crept back to the main gate by the west pond pasture, shutting all the gates on that whole part of the farm. Afterward, we fixed the driveway gates. Even though the horses are not in a pasture requiring the diagonal gate to be closed, I've had enough stray livestock wander into my yard not to take that chance.

current mood: tired

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Sunday, May 18th, 2014
2:01 pm - Buying On Line
For years, I did the on-line buying for my mother, at her request. Some of the items would not be available, but the tracks left in searching for them seemed to result in greater availability later on.

While my sister was visiting my mom and other family members for her 90th birthday, the topic of buying on line arose. The few, the hard, the impossible from around the country resulted in mom's recommendation. Have me do it for them.

One I was able to get right off and have shipped, but the other needed more info. I collected quite a pile of it and tried to e-MAIL it the the people involved so they could make an informed decision about what they wanted to buy (quality matters, not just price).

The emails were quarantined because the spam catcher thought I was trying to send spam, not aid a hunt for a wanted item. Today, I got the messages safely on their way, but the travelers have been back home for quite a while now.

I just happened to be dumping my junk mail, and did a quick scan down the column, catching the NOTICE that my email company was treating my message as junk mail. Could they not decide that THE NOTICE was pertinent to my life? I don't always check junk mail at all. Every 30 days it is deleted.

current mood: upset

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1:45 pm - The Hot Horse Controversy Today IS
Nasal strip legal/not legal at the Belmont. The post minus the photos is far less dramatic, but...

Wrote one friend: I had no idea breathing strips were used on horses; when J and A C were here, JC mentioned how their tongues were tied before a race, and I had never heard of that either: so what do you think of this latest conflict?

(News Stories):
California Chrome's run in Belmont Stakes in doubt over nasal strips?
Gary Mihoces, USA TODAY Sports 11:25 a.m. EDT May 18, 2014

Victor Espinoza aboard California Chrome celebrates winning the 139th Preakness Stakes at Pimlico Race Course.(Photo: Tommy Gilligan, USA TODAY Sports)

BALTIMORE – A victory away from horse racing's first Triple Crown in 36 years, trainer Art Sherman at least raised the possibility Sunday morning that California Chrome might not run in the June 7 Belmont Stakes in New York if racing officials there won't let him wear the nasal strip he's worn in his last six victories in a row.

The nasal strips, designed to enhance breathing, are similar to ones used by humans. Sherman said California Chrome started wearing them six races ago at the suggestion of co-owner Perry Martin.

PREAKNESS: California Chrome a win away from Triple Crown
"This guy Perry Martin, he might not run if they say you can't run with a nasal strip. He's very funny about things like that," said Sherman, a day after his horse followed up his Kentucky Derby win with a victory in the Preakness.
"The horse has been on a six (race) winning streak with a nasal strip. I don't know why they would ban you from wearing one. But we'll have to cross that bridge when we get there I guess."

Martin and his family did not attend the Preakness. Co-owner Steve Coburn said it was because the Martin was upset with the hospitality in Kentucky during the Derby weekend.

"I want to tell you something. It would be very questionable that he (Martin) could say, 'Hey, I don't understand why they won't let me run (in New York). Maybe they don't want us there.' "

In 2012, I'll Have Another was the last horse to win the Derby and Preakness. He had worn nasal strips but his handlers were told he couldn't wear one in the Belmont. They were preparing to do so until I'll Have Another was scratched with a leg injury the day before the race.

COLUMN: California Chrome might be every man's horse
At that time, the Daily Racing Form reported that stewards at New York Racing Association tracks did not allow nasal strips for thoroughbreds. It said it was not a New York State Racing and Wagering Board rule but a decision by the race stewards.

"We just put it on because he (Martin) is kind of a guy that likes to test (things)," said Sherman. "He thinks it's really beneficial. … I don't know what the deal is (in New York). I heard about it today.

"All over the country, they let you wear them. Why would New York not?"
COBURN: Chrome owner says Preakness hospitality tops Derby
Added Sherman, "That might be a little interesting if Perry Martin says, 'Well, if I can't go, I guess I'll go to the Los Alamitos Derby (in July in California). …. Orange County might be a little overcrowded that day."

So will or won't California Chrome be permitted to wear the strips in the Belmont? The New York State Gaming Commission responded to Sherman's comments with a statement that did not answer that.

"Neither the New York State Gaming Commission or the Stewards at Belmont Park have received a request to use nasal strips in the June 7 Belmont Stakes," said the emailed statement.

"If a request to use nasal strips is made, the decision on whether to permit them or not will be fully evaluated and determined by the Stewards."
The commission said that was in accordance with its Rule 4033.8, which states: "Only equipment specifically approved by the stewards shall be worn or carried by a jockey or a horse in a race."

In New York, harness horses are allowed to use the nasal strips.
"The horse has been running with it with it and a lot of horses all over California wear them all the time. You might see three or four horses in a race wearing them. They don't say anything about them. Maryland lets you use them," said Sherman.
Sherman said California Chrome has been using a Flair nasal strip.

On the website of Flair Equine Nasal Strips, it says: "Flair Strips are self-adhesive strips that promote optimum respiratory health of equine athletes at all levels by reducing airway resistance and providing improved airflow when your horse needs oxygen most. … (They provide) benefits for all horses including intensively trained horses as well as for horses that only exert themselves during occasional weekend competitions or trail rides."

Sherman said he'll contact New York officials and discuss the situation with his owners.

Really, might California Chrome not run a race that could make him the first Triple Crown winner since Affirmed in 1978?

"I can't call that," said Sherman. "I'd have to leave it up to the owners. But I know they'll be upset."

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Saturday at the Preakness

Victor Espinoza aboard California Chrome crosses the finish line to win. Tommy Gilligan, USA TODAY Sports

California Chrome is walked back to the barn after the 139th Preakness Stakes. Winslow Townson, USA TODAY Sports

Victor Espinoza aboard California Chrome celebrates with assistant trainer Alan Sherman. Winslow Townson, USA TODAY Sports

current mood: blown away

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Saturday, May 17th, 2014
1:10 am - Harold's Memorial Reunion
By setting his service on April 6th, his wife allowed those family members from afar time to get things in order to attend. One or more from each of the four brothers turned up, creating a Reunion as well as a Memorial service. Some of my Ohio relatives offered to drive me out and back, which they did, in 15 hours, straight through. By trading off drivers, we got out there pretty well, but I am not 20 any more, and my body rebelled pretty strongly.

I now have those fancy socks that they use after surgery to keep bad things from happening. I ordered a pair from a company and when I ended up going to Rochester unexpectedly to see one of my cousin's children, who was with a Christian group performing a concert at the Rochester Assembly of God church on the 8th. It was cool.

My sister and I picked him up when he'd done his part in wiring all the fancy effects up, then fed and delivered him back to the site about 30 minutes before anyone needed him.

My sister found him charming. She'd never met him before. We went garage sale-ing that morning as I'd washed all the jeans and slacks, put them in the dryer, waited for it to ding, then left (without PACKING any...) Oops!

Couldn't I just forget my toothbrush like a normal person?

current mood: accomplished

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Tuesday, May 6th, 2014
9:22 am - Doctor's Recommendation
Not really, as I saw his PA, who is personable and knowledgeable.

He looked at the discolored areas under my breasts and pronounced them "SK -seborrheic keratosis", showed me a new one, a tiny red dot I had to look at in the mirror in the room, and gave me a good web site: webmd

current mood: relieved

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