This could be a summation (of sorts) about The Wedding. When Richie uncovered our cockatiel Lady Bird this morning I heard him say to her, "Okay to put away the wedding gown..." The bird had no discernible response.
In an endless quest to find something entertaining, I noted that the second race of the Triple Crown known as the Preakness takes place outside of Baltimore today. The weather for the race is not promising - 80 per cent chance of precipitation, 94 per cent humidity (look for lathered up horses at the finish) and a gentle wind at 10 mph.
It's what I would call a "small race" with only eight horses competing -- of note, all of them are brown. Not a grey one in the bunch. This means my bet requires me to work at it a little instead of just saying, "The grey one - here's the mortgage payment." I'm forced into a default position that has me just picking a name I like.
I'm not the only one to question the scarcity of grey horses on the racing circuit. It turns out that grey horses carry a gene that changes the original color of the horse by lightening it. A dappled grey horse will eventually turn white.
But the sad fact remains: there are not enough grey horses who are good enough to be bred. Sting!
Disappointing news indeed. So my bet is the horse named Quip. Seems appropriate for a writer.
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