Beautiful day

It's a gorgeous though somewhat chilly day today. I knew we'd get at least one more cold night so I wouldn't let my husband purchase new plants yet. However, we should be able after today to put out our usual geraniums, wave petunias, and various types of hanging baskets. Add a bit of color to the house and relieve its winter doldrums.

I had good intentions of calling friends this weekend, but my lousy vertigo and headache just made me miserable. I've still got vertigo, though it's lessening, and the headache is getting better. Because I felt so crappy (even esteemed spouse noticed how bad I was feeling--he even volunteered to rub my feet. I'm not sure how a foot rub would help vertigo and headache.), I got nothing done this weekend. Well, I did watch the Preakness and saw Big Brown take the second leg of the Triple Crown. We may have a Triple Crown winner this year for the first time in 30 years. I do love to watch the horses run, even if I do feel guilty about it. I love animals of all sorts, and animal abuse of any kind bothers me. I've never paid to watch a horse race, I've never bet on a horse race (or any other kind), but when those magnificent animals run full tilt, my eyes fill with tears, and I feel as though I am watching one of the most beautiful events possible. I certainly prefer watching horses run to watching human female beauty pageants. The only other time I have had that feeling of watching a beautiful creature in perfect form do what that creature does best was when I watched Flo Jo run in the Olympics. She was such a perfect specimen of healthy humanity--or so I thought. I suspect now that she might have had some sort of chemical enhancement that later contributed to her early death.

It's strange, but it's probably because I myself am so unfit and unathletic that I admire the fit and athletic bodies of runners, swimmers, dancers, and so on. Even at my healthiest, I could not move with such agility and grace. I've always been clumsy and awkward. Nevertheless, I can still admire poetry in motion, just as I can admire people who sing well or play instruments well, though I can do neither. Oh, well. There's always time for lessons, right? (If I honestly thought taking lessons would improve my singing ability, I'd sign up immediately.) Maybe in my next life. S.