Wednesday 23 June 2021

Step Softy and Hopefully





I am saying this very carefully, but after two days there are no signs of the magpies.

This is written so as not to offend anyone in the bird world. But….No magpies for two full days.

I planted the marigolds. The bags  are blowing and the CDs and tinfoil are glinting.

To get your head on straight as a woman, it’s interesting to hear how others (I mean men) would deal with the situation. One nice couple told me you have to kill one and leave it laying where they congregate. The others get the message and do not return. Can’t see myself in that role.

Two men on separate occasions told of how they fixed the problem with a shotgun. Not only did they kill more than one, but the offensive birds never returned.

Nnnnn…yikes.

The upside is that within a short time of their departure the smaller birds returned. I tried to post a video so you could hear the little birds singing but couldn’t make it work. Joy to my ears and the world! Keep your fingers crossed!


Sunday 20 June 2021

 I thought it was Marley and the magpies, but….

One morning about 4:30 a.m., daylight had broken and I was awake and up for some reason. There was the mother cat from two doors down, Marley, on her way home presumably coming back from a night of hunting. You have to understand Marley. She is the mangiest, most matted, yet lovely cat you could ever find. She has a huge heart and loves children. 

As she daintily moved quickly down the sidewalk, I noticed a couple of the resident magpies flying back and forth between the trees and ground. As I watched, one of them began to swoop at her non-stop until she reached her own doorstep. The other just walked around on the lawns. Marley seemed unfazed.

I thought they must be protecting a nest. That was in my front yard.

Fast forward a few days later when I was out in my backyard trying to water my plants. A while ago I realized all the little songbirds from earlier in the season had disappeared.

A couple more magpies were being very noisy in my big Maple and all of a sudden they began to swoop at my head. I was yelling and flailing my arms and they left. I looked high and low but couldn’t see a nest.

I went on the internet to find a remedy. They said to string old CD discs and wads of tin foil because they don’t like the bright reflecting light. They said they don’t like eyes so to wear a hat or helmet with sunglasses perched on the top. The light was so bright and so windy the next morning I was fighting off a migraine from the glinting light myself because of it. I wore a ball cap and sun glasses when I went outside again and it seemed to work. They didn’t return for a while, but they did return.

Their conversations are so incredibly annoying, the minute I heard them, I went outside and grabbed a broom and started yelling. They took off.

When they returned, it was supper time and they brought at least six more friends with them. Once again, I went out bare-headed to storm the guard. I banged on the eaves, on the BBQ, and anything else I could find and yelled at them to go away. Several flew off immediately, but at least three totally ignored me, sitting on a tree branch together like they owned it. I felt like I was in The Birds movie.

My sister said to try grocery bags blowing in the wind so I attached a few to the deck. I stopped and bought 24 marigolds and will transplant them tomorrow. Supposedly, magpies don’t like their smell. I’m afraid they would work better placed on the roof or up in the high branches, but I won’t be reaching those places any time soon.

I understand they are members of the Corvid family with crows and ravens and are extremely intelligent. They don’t have layers of cerebral cortex like humans but something different. They recognize faces and know if you’ve wronged them.

Oh wow, I hope I haven’t started a war…


Monday 31 May 2021

Sayings

In respect of the children found in Kamloops, I wish to express my heartfelt sympathy to all the families. Time for Canadians to understand the plight of our brothers and sisters at the hands of our own evil people.

To bring a smile, even a small one to sad faces, and turn the bleakness into a bit of light is the intention of this post. It is a collection of phrases that have made me smile over the years.

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Dr. Walter Murray said, "chewing tobacco did more to discourage 'necking' than a hundred years of reform.  (MacEwan, Grant (1975)...and Mighty Women Too. (Western Producer Prairie Books. Saskatoon.)

"How can a person deceive himself and get away with it?" (Peterson, Jordan. (2018). 12 rules for life: an antidote to chaos. Toronto: Penguin Random House of Canada.

"Every now and then, soft as breath upon my skin, I feel you come back again." (Diamond Rio.             I Believe.)

"Summed up as principal on three words, thoughts become things." (The Secret)

Jokes

"If your eyes hurt when you're drinking coffee, Grandpa says, "remove the spoon."

"I'm so depressed, I'm thinking of buying a gun, Grandpa says, "why not rent one?"

"Koala Crossing - 4:00 - 6:00 p.m." (Just for Laughs)

Olden day medicine and humours

Phlegm - winter - old age 

Melancholy - autumn - maturity 

Choler - summer - youth

Blood - spring - childhood

(Arikha, Noga (2007). Passions and Tempers. A History of the Humours. Harper Collins).

Leprechauns

A legend since medieval times. A tall type of fairy often appearing to humans as an old man (not the modern view of small, childlike and in a green suit.) Leprechauns love to collect gold, store it in a pot and hide it at the end of a rainbow. If a human catches a leprechaun, the fairy must grant the human three wishes before he can be released. (Top 10 Irish Myths and Legends)

St. Patrick

A British child sold into slavery in Ireland. Monks told of him converted to Christianity. He forced all the snakes out of Ireland, but really there never were snakes in Ireland. (Top 10 Irish Myths and Legends)

World Politics

Socialism - You have two cows and you give one to your neighbour.

Communism - You have two cows and you give both to the government and they might give you some milk.

Fascism - You have two cows and you give all the milk to the government and the government sells it.

Nazism - You have two cows and the government shoots you and takes both cows.

Anarchism - You have two cows and you keep both the cows and the shoot the government agent and steal another cow.

Capitalism - You have two cows and you sell one cow and buy a bull.

Surrealism - You have two giraffes and the government makes you take harmonica lessons. (Ann Landers)

"The forest was shrinking but the trees kept voting for the axe. For the axe was clever and convinced the trees that because his handle was made of wood, he was one of them. (Turkish Proverb on Facebook)



Sunday 23 May 2021

 How I fill my time after retirement


Hostessing

A nice job for a retiree is hostessing for new show homes. For me, it’s maximum three - four hours at a time and I have worked any where from two to five days a week. I can accept less hours if it’s affecting my retirement gig, or if I have other plans but the little bit of extra money in my bank account doesn’t hurt. In this city there are quite a number of home builder/developers and like any line of work, you can expect a certain number of hosts or hostesses to come and go.

Writing and Art

If you’ve always wanted to write, this kind of activity can eat up an entire day/month/year. I started with a non-fiction Memoirs book which was incredibly long and convoluted. I researched the how to and once I sent it off to various publishers the waiting game began. In the meantime, I started another book, this time fiction in the historical fiction/family saga genres. At the same time, I paint with acrylic paints and experimented with illustrating a children’s book. My grandchildren loved it, so there’s that. Not to mention the main animal characters were all named after them.

Fortunately, I lucked onto an ad for a free webinar about literary agents and how to get published. The information is life-changing and I am working my way through it.

For your information, what I discovered is that for non-fiction, you send a proposal document (between 30-70 pages long of your business plan before you actually write the book. Oops! As usual, I have done it bass ackwards. Oh well.

For fiction, you do write the book first and for children’s, there are agents for picture books which I would like to explore. 

Gardening

If you have big trees that suck up all the moisture, maybe containers are for you. I have done container gardening for some time with tomatoes and cucumbers, but recently had potatoes suggested. Hmm ...I will give it a try. I was fortunate to receive raised garden beds from my family and they sure save the back.

Playing an instrument

I have played piano since I was a kid but am enjoying a keyboard. I bought an electric guitar and received a very old fiddle for Christmas one year. I want to learn both. Recently, I was lucky to talk to a friend who could show me the basics for the fiddle. I bought a how to book and watched You Tube videos so this should help.

Baking, cooking, crocheting, knitting, games, biking, and yard work are a few others. If you’re bored and can go for a walk, plug in the headphones to listen to an audiobook. If you have a treadmill, watch walking tours of various countries and essentially, walk around the world! I have walked around places like Hawaii and Las Vegas.

I want to learn how to sculpt and do stained glass. I would love to play in a band or sing back up (although that might be a pipe dream with my pitchy alto voice). The best though is interacting with friends and family whenever possible.

Did I mention I am neither talented nor gifted but sure am having fun trying out new experiences! Don’t let lack of talent stop you, practice makes perfect!


Sunday 16 May 2021

 I'm back.....in a pandemic...

It's the middle of May and well into the second year of the pandemic.  On April 14, 2021, I had my first dose of the Astra Zeneca (AZ) vaccine and am now wondering what will happen with the second. The last I heard, they had  put a hold on that vaccine. Fortunately, there is supposed to be a four month window after the first shot, so hopefully researchers will have time to figure out a game plan. In the meantime, experts are weighing in and at least one (a credible doctor) predicts that mixing vaccines for  second doses may not be an issue. 

When I went to my scheduled appointment at Merlis Belsher Place in Saskatoon I had heard the controversial media stories about AZ. In my mind, the risk of blood clots was so incredibly low that it seemed entirely blown out of proportion. To me, the media was going a little over the top to report one death out of hundreds of thousands of doses given. I guess they wanted to sniff out something that could snowball and rightly so. I thought of the risk of blood clots from the birth control pill and smoking for one, not mention the meds people take every day for medical conditions.

I made up my mind that after a full year of skulking around and avoiding other human beings, it was more important to get any vaccine than to be choosy and get none. Of course, when I walked in the door and registered and they gave me the news that I would be receiving AZ that day, my heart sank.  

What I realized at that moment was that I had the option, however heavy, to refuse. From the masked, gowned, and gloved volunteers working, there was no coercion or judgment, only respect for a person's decision.  I stood there rather dumbfounded and decided I needed to be part of the movement to keep the ball rolling if society is ever to develop herd immunity against COVID. I took the plunge however uneasily. I think my experience, likely mirrors many others, but I am told that some did have the guts to say no there and then. 

The line-up was not too long, the nurse giving it was competent and the needle was painless. As a non-practicing nurse who used to give immunizations, I was more concerned with her landmarking than anything. TV ads have tended to show a bigger needle than necessary, giving the needle too high up on the arm (smack dab in the centre where the nerve runs), and twisting the needle once inserted. Yikes. 

Within twelve hours, I had a raging fever that lasted 48 hours, followed by  24 hours of the sweats, then nothing. From that, I was happy that my body had mounted a good immune response. The vaccine worked. Others I know had reactions that ranged from nothing to feeling tired, to feeling like they were run over by a truck.

Next, reports came that if a blood clotting problem was going to happen with AZ, it would manifest itself between Day 4 and Day 28.  Well, Day 28 was last Wednesday, May 12 for me, and still nothing. In the meantime, tragically, more Canadians than expected have now died from blood clots associated with AZ. My heart goes out to their families and friends. I can only think that they were trying to do the right thing and work towards herd immunity as well.

This experience is a day-by-day existence and everyone is learning as we go.  The researchers work tirelessly and if we listen to them and the other experts, we will come out whole on the other side. 

Best wishes to all those waiting with bated breath for what the next steps will be.


Friday 12 July 2019

Deciding


The agonizing over making a life changing decision can be excruciating...something like....

      Learning how to skydive.   That feeling of stepping out of the plane for the first time...but since I have never done it and can only imagine, it would be more likely  I would be getting pushed out by a well-meaning, but questionable friend over and over.

     Or, being the passenger while travelling fast and taking hairpin road curves on a motor bike.  Not to mention you are wearing a helmet that's so heavy you can barely hold your head up...and you happen to suffer from anxiety with dizziness and diarrhea.    Here you are, now at the mercy of your other questionable friend, the maniac driver.

     Or, learning to skate later in life when your bones are brittle..and you wind up breaking both wrists.

    You may not be able to tell, but  I'm trying to find a comparison to making the decision to retire..because you wouldn't have to do any of those aforementioned things, would you?

    I always thought it would be such an easy decision...but not quite.  I've poured over countless books and articles on the subject.  I realize I've become like some of those new moms who showed up on the maternity ward where I worked. They were  over-confident and calm at first, with their well-researched birthing plans spread out in front of them...They portrayed consumate professionalism thinking the more they knew, the more they would control the process.  Yet,  inevitably things can and do go haywire.  Compare these newbies to the seasoned birthing mom.  There is nothing like the look of terror on her partner's face since after a mere hour or two of labor they have arrived and as the  mother steps off the elevator fully dilated the baby is ready to be caught. 

    Either way, like retirement, it can happen fast and there's no stopping it.   I've talked to people already retired....  they say, "just do it!"  They mostly have the uniform response of loving it, 
with a caveat here and there, of course  such as you have to be ready....you have to want to do it.  You can't treat it like a vacation.

    I ran the numbers, over and over...Bottom line was having everything paid off, no mortgage, no credit card debt.  One scenario was for 30 years...to age 94...seems reasonable, don't you think? Another for 25 years...but who wants to go shorter than that?  You're asking for trouble if you do, is all I can say.  

   It's quite a let-down to find out how much the old age pension and Canada Pension will actually add up  to every month.  (Keep in mind income tax gets deducted too.)   You have to wonder how people make it if they don't have any work pension or savings?  I guess that could be the definition of poverty and nobody plans to go there on purpose.  I tried several of the sophisticated retirement calculators and firmly realized (like a slap in the face) that I could  likely live comfortably for about six years tops.  Whoop.  I will have to work at something else, even part-time.

    Somehow retiring, only to become a cheapskate miser because of limited money flies in the face of our values.   If you are already wealthy, none of this even applies to you.  If you were/are a poor working stiff like most of us, you will apparently have to take on some form of this tightwad persona whether you like it or not. 

   Then comes the part that you can do anything you want when you retire.  Well, I want to do all those things I don't get to do enough of when I'm at work all day.  I want to be able to exist without always having deadlines. I want to get out from under never-ending meetings, not even face-to-face, but  computer-to-computer.  The sitting, hour after hour...Apparently, that is the new smoking in terms of reducing life span.    But what I like, mostly involves not having to shower, get dressed, and go out five days of every week.   I wonder how many days I will go without leaving the house before I get that bit out of my system?

Well...that was now over a year ago.  As it turns out, my employer offered employees a chance to apply for a voluntary separation.  It came with a formula for a small payout based on your number of years of service.  In February last year I applied for what was essentially an early retirement and was accepted!  I finished work the end of June, 2018 and couldn’t have been happier.

I have had one full year to decide if it was worth it and let me tell you, I still could not be happier! 

My favorite thing is not having to set the alarm...I knew it would be.  Awesome, is about the only way I can describe my new lifestyle even though some days I still set the alarm for one reason or another. 

    I remember my first free morning as memorable.  I had walked my grandsons to school.  It was a gorgeous day and the littlest one wanted to stay and play at the playground after the bell went and his big brothers went in.  I remember thinking how wonderful it was to suddenly just have time to sit and soak up the sun and fresh air and enjoy the little kids at play.  Years in an office without windows does that to you.  For months and months and probably forever, I will fully enjoy the sun as it pours into my house at any time of the day.  

    A tidbit of travelling didn't hurt.  First, Mom and I went on a trip to Alberta to see my brother and sister. Next there was a week at the lake, followed by an out-of-town wedding.  In September, I was invited to accompany two high school friends back to our home town of Hudson Bay.  That Fall trip was stunning and full of wild life not to mention the people we reconnected with and those we missed.  At Christmas,  my kids and their kids had an early celebration, then Mom and I flew back to Alberta for another visit.  Not that I have turned into a world traveler, but these little jaunts and experiencing different things helped to ease the transition. 

    I have always loved to crochet and knit and went all out making homemade Christmas presents for pretty well everyone in my family...Long socks I decided to call TV socks, (thanks Bentley, for the idea),  small afghans I call lapghans (thanks every nursing home I've ever been associated with). Very colourful and fun to make!  The biggest effort was making pompom rugs for all five grandkids and thanks to my friend Pat for the idea!  Quite a big job, but hopefully they liked them.   I started dabbling a little more with painting and sketching and found it truly is a love of mine. Not to mention playing my new piano keyboard...the more you do these things the better you get.

    I love it when I’m out and about during the weekday!  It is so fun to see the loads of people who also do not have to go to a day job.  I decided to start saving shopping receipts and try to get a bird’s eye view of where my money goes.  I had a ball park figure of how much I thought I needed every month and strangely enough, it was pretty close.  I did have a couple of hiccups with my vehicle.  On the way home from that wedding in southern Saskatchewan, I had a spark plug blow through the motor.  This turned into kind of a big and expensive deal that also involved the transmission!  If you don’t have a personal line of credit and are thinking of retiring, consider getting one, rather than racking up the dollars on your credit card (the one you have basically for emergencies only)!  Also, the tow truck would only take cash and so always carrying a little cash doesn't hurt.


    One thing that didn’t really work well was my attempt at indoor gardening.  I got Spring Fever and planted all these seeds in containers in my basement family room.  I had big bag of peat moss and cow manure frozen in the garage, so thought that would work great.  Not really.  Yes, it did smell bad in my basement for a few months come to think of it.  All in the spirit of growing your own veggies I told myself and anyone who stepped foot inside the house.  Firstly, the seedlings didn’t get enough light. When they grew tall and spindly, I thought I would transplant them.  That nearly did them all in.  I thought I would try these corrugated cardboard pots that are supposed to dissolve right into the soil. Definitely not a good idea.  Of everything, I think I salvaged about three tomato plants and a few flowers.  I had also bought cheap planters from a dollar store.  I could hear my uncle Jerry telling me to punch holes in the bottom for drainage, but of course I left that until they were moved outside and almost drowned with a few good rains! I also got over-zealous with the fertilizer once everything was put outside.  Had to back off from that fairly early.  

    What I’m saying is it’s great to be excited to get at these things but you probably need a better plan than mine.  My neighbours have a large area of grow lights in their basement and their stuff turns out healthy and strong.  I need to pick their brains because I am apt to do the same thing next year!

    Next I decided to have a garage sale.  In the end there was stuff from four households.  My daughter, my friend, and my neighbours who gave up the ghost for the last day or so only to drag over a pile of stuff for me to sell.  It was fun and I bought their home-made adirondack chair for $15.  The lemonade stand my little grandsons had was probably the biggest hit.  You meet all kinds of people (including weirdos) at these sales and get some fresh air too.  It pretty well poured for parts of each day, but nobody cared.  When you have a winter that has the entire month of February at 30 or 40 below zero, people just want to get out.  We didn’t get rid of everything, but got rid of an awful lot of stuff!  The rest is being donated to some worthy place, just have to load it and take it over.

     My deck had developed some rotten spots, so I had decided to get a few boards replaced quite some time ago.  That means you have to find a reliable carpenter to do the work.  I procrastinated about this for several summers until I was actually scared if more than one person was ever on it.  I could see someone crashing through and landing on some kind of gardening equipment in the little shed area below.  I irrationally hoped it wasn't anyone I knew that got hurt. 

    I was also worrying for several years about what to do with the hot tub.  I had used it for the first year after I moved in, but then realized it was more trouble than it was worth as far as I concerned.   Every week the chemicals needed to be tested and adjusted.  I had a big tub of these probably toxic chemicals stored in my house and I really didn't think they were a healthy thing to have laying around.   I finally decided to have the tub emptied and winterized by a hot tub company and there it had sat for the last nine years.  It needed a new lid and a new container.  It was supposed to have its own electrical box, but was wired into the main one.  Not even legal.  Again, along with the deck,  I had watched the wood rot around a perfectly good tub for several summers.  Over time, I had tried various things like trying to sell in on Kijiji.  I called hot tub places about a trade-in or what to do.  I couldn't see spending between $6,000 - $25,000 on a new one when I would hardly use it and who can afford that? They said it might have to be removed from the yard with a crane lifting it over the top of the house.  Either that or it would have to be rolled on its side out of one of the very narrow side gates.  I have a walkway  and not an alley at my back fence  and that is not helpful for removing a hot tub.  Finally, one hot tub company said they would haul it to the dump for $500. 

    This summer, I realized I was at the end of my rope as far as letting these items continue to disintegrate.  I had to do something.  I went online and was lucky enough to find a great handyman.  Not only is he a good carpenter, but he has great ideas.   The carpenter knew  someone who would unhook the electrical part and in exchange might take the tub.  His first look said that because the entire underside was spray foamed onto everything, that it could really damage the pipes etc. during a move.  It looked to be a complicated job needing several strong movers.  He decided not to go for it.  The carpenter assured me that he would cut up the hot tub for less than $500 if it came to that!  He knew that the idea of paying to send it to the dump was really making me sick!  However, the idea of cutting up a perfectly good hot tub made my blood run cold!   He suggested I call the Habitat for Humanity ReStore to see if they wanted it.  What a wonderful idea, but no, they didn't want it.  Who would buy it they said.  I had offered it to my kids for the lake.  No, they didn't want it.   He suggested advertising it for free on Kijiji, so I did, plus Facebook Marketplace.  I said it was free as long as they did the removal.  Somehow, and unbeknownst to me, for awhile it was showing "free delivery".   Jeez!  Two people had already asked me to deliver it, one in P.A. and one in Aberdeen before I realized the mistake.  I couldn't believe the audacity!  Couldn't they even read?  It was a nice lady who showed me a screen shot of the statement for free delivery and I almost had a heart attack.  It took me about six seconds to get that off of there!

     I had always worried about someone coming for it that didn't have a clue what they were doing and wrecking something during the removal like my house or my neighbour's house or fence.  As  luck would have it, I had over 50 interested parties.  A young fellow from out-of-town asked if I could wait for a few days until he could get there.  He was ahead of another out-of-towner who was going to move it with logs somehow.   When he showed up I was concerned because he hadn't brought any tools and was all by himself.  That kid (31 year old) was nothing but ingenious!  He ripped off the rotten container and pulled out the hoses and pump equipment underneath.  He said any damage he could repair.  He walked across the street and asked a total stranger who had a mini skid steer to help him move the tub out.  It was a masterpiece event! They turned the tub on its side, lifted it with the fork lift, put a strap around it and that kid backed it out of the side of my yard.  I couldn't believe he missed the neighbour's newly planted shrubs by about one inch.   Both young guys were extremely good problem solvers and operators of equipment!  The hot tub will be built into a new deck that this fellow is building.  To celebrate, I gave the new owner two fat slabs of home-made bread I had been baking that he had been smelling through the open window!

    The garden really was a source of stress when it just didn't come up.  I had to reseed and finally things happened when the rains came.  I was impressed to be able to have weeded my entire back yard perimeter by the end of May plus trimmed many of my multiple trees.  That job has always taken me almost all summer.  By July, I have gone through it all a second time and enjoy working outside.  My lawn got fertilized and looks the best it has in years! 

    So my advice to you if you're agonizing about your decision to retire is like the others....just do it.  Let the chips fall where they may (after a good hard look at everything).  As for my housekeeping, no it really hasn't improved and neither has my cooking.  You become more  of what you are as you age,  but becoming the best version of ourselves couldn't be better!  Good luck!



Sunday 6 August 2017

Fun Times At the Race Track...


Fun times at the race track...

First off, I don't pretend to be an expert in this matter.  What little I do know is simply a  result of trial and error.  It's my opinion that there's no rhyme nor reason to the outcome, but some might argue differently.  To them, I tip my hat and say 'bravo'.  To me, picking the winning horse seems more like throwing everything up in the air and watching the chips fall where they may.  One thing is clear though, everyone seems to have their own system.

Secondly, I want to say that I had the wrong idea about the whole horse racing environment.  I guess it comes from watching a little too much TV as a kid growing up.   I had this vision of the race track as a place for murky deals, shady horse drugging, big money exchanging hands, unsavory practices, and men from the 1950's wearing dress hats and smoking fat cigars.  Well...not quite. 

In reality, you see everything from babies in strollers, to little kids, to the elderly and/or infirm.  Typical families, friends, and buddies.  No obvious business suits, drunkards, cheats, or urchins among them.  Only couples, moms and dads, extended families and neighbours.  I expect all those include owners and trainers milling around, but it's hard to tell who's who.  It's quite heartwarming to find such a relatively inexpensive form of entertainment for the whole family. At Marquis Downs, the parking is free and there's lots of it.  Admission is negligible at only $2.00 or $5.00 with the purchase of a program. You never have to spend another cent, unless you want to eat or bet.  I would recommend getting a program because it's chalk full of great information about each horse and its racing history.

You can walk around, or lean on the fence awhile and watch the horses as they move about the paddock.  In that same area, which is off to the side of the track there's a set of covered, open-air stables with horses, and people who work with them like trainers, owners, jockeys etc. coming and going as they prepare for the next race.  Beside this there's also an ambulance on stand-by...a rather stark reminder that the sport isn't entirely fun and games.  In fact, the whole crowd lends a sober moment to the event as it stands at attention right around 6:00 p.m. for the singing of 'O Canada'.

Outside comes the fresh air and the elements where you can remain for quite some time.  As it gets past supper and into early evening, often a chill hits the air and people tend to move indoors.  Outside has it's advantages with the birds-eye-view vantage point from either the bleachers or the picnic tables down closer to the track's fence. Your sense of smell will be stimulated by the animals as you  hear, see and smell the horses parade by, snorting and blowing, trotting alongside their outriders...You can get an idea of how well they might perform right there.  They are either throwing their heads and raising their tails or prancing along peacefully.   Mostly, each horse and jockey is paired with another horse and rider holding the racing horse's head, presumably to keep it calm and possibly giving it some self-confidence if that's an issue.

If you prefer, you can stay inside the building the whole time. seated at a table watching everything through the glass.  You really don't miss a thing inside or out with the announcer giving you his minute-by-minute report.  There's also a  large digital screen directly within your view and across from the seating area.  It's set up on the inside of the track and  squarely behind the finish line.  This board keeps track of a multitude of things, especially how much money was bet so far on each horse, for each race (one race at a time)...which horse came in first, second, third, etc. and whether it's considered a photo finish.  A variety of other things show up on the screen that I haven't really deciphered yet.

Now, for the average joe trying to navigate the whole process, it becomes like a puzzle, but so satisfying as you unravel it!   First off, the doors open at 5:00 p.m. and the first race is at 6:35 p.m. on the dot.  If you're late, you will miss it, since from what I can see everything is done precisely on the clock (as much as possible).  One race was later because while the horses assembled in the starting gate, the announcement was made that "one horse was on its knees."...Needless to say, that horse was a 'scratch' and money was returned to anybody who had bet on him/her.

There is wheelchair accessible parking very close to the entrance, so remember your tag if you have one.  If you can get dropped off at the door, that's good too.  If you're someone who has a harder time getting around, be comforted to know there is an elevator just around the corner inside the entry.  Send yourself to the 3rd floor, but be sure to obey the elevator sign which says something to the effect of, "No horsing around in the elevator or you'll be asked to leave".  Apt, I thought.

If you want a hamburger, you have to go outside where they're being bbq'd.  Good idea because of all the smoke.  There are several concession booths inside too.  For example, on the 3rd floor you could get beef or pulled pork on a bun with potato salad or marinated vegetables.  There is a small assortment of booze...beer and wine (served in a plastic glass)....two drinks cost $13.50...so cheaper than the usual $7.00 for one at other places.  On the main floor I saw a menu for things like chicken fingers, fries, and onion rings along with the usual potato chips, chocolate bars, and pop.  There is also an actual restaurant on the third floor where you can sit by the window and apparently be served a meal.  I can't say for sure because I didn't venture inside.

Lining the counters inside on each of the three floors are ticket machines with salespeople waiting for you to place your bet.  They are delightful, positive people with big smiles and encouraging comments. The people who line up in front of and behind you tend to be jovial about their savvy guessing and potential winnings...For instance, most people I know will bet the minimum $2.00 per race.  If you 'bet to win', the horse you pick has to win first place or there will be no pay out.  On the other hand, if you 'bet to show', you get a prize if your horse makes 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place.  Once I learned this, I knew enough to 'bet to show'.  You can also try the Exactor, Triactor, or Quinella for instance, which are all bets that require exact precision, but, of course, all well beyond my level of knowledge and expertise.

Of eight races last night, I won on four which is 50% odds (if only I knew what that really meant when it comes to racing....).  The amount you will win depends on how much money was collected from betters like you on that particular horse.  So, prior to each race, the board outside will be showing different amounts - #1 may have people who have collectively bet $14 whereas your horse #7 may only have $4 - because fewer people were confident in its abilities.  If you can wait until the last minute to place your bet, you will see which horses people are favouriting.  For instance, maybe #9 is now showing $46.  How that plays out, for instance is, I won $2.10 for 3rd place.  So because I was betting $2.00 on the next race, I was up ten cents!  I joked about not getting rich, but was reminded it was all in fun.  I thought I would do better if I won 1st place, but even when I did, I was surprised to still win $2.10 again...because it's all based on the size of the pot.  For one win, I got $3.30, but my uncle won over $5.00.  All for $2.00 bets.  You just never know.  Oh my goodness, this is starting to sound rather pro-ish....boorish...which I am NOT trying to be.

OK, you've got your spot to sit.  You've got your food, drink, program and pen....Now, find the list of races inside the program....(they start about page 14 in a roughly 35 page document).  The page looks to be a schmozz of information...It's worth your while to find the instructions on how to interpret what you see (found early on in the book).  If you take the time to really examine the information closely, you may discover some tell-tale patterns.  Believe me, you will have time, with the eight races happening approximately one every half hour. You may need reading glasses or a magnifying glass because the writing is super small.  You will see the horse's name in big letters and its jockey's name underneath with percentage of races won.  In the next column at the top in teeny abbreviations, it tells you the horse's colour (dark brown, grey, black, chestnut).  Next is it's owner, breeder, and trainer names.  You will see a listing of previous races it was involved in and the outcome.  Take account of the comments about how it performed in each race found at the end of a long line of numbers.  It's given a rating (I think) for each race.  If you find too many results below five, that wouldn't be a good choice for me.  My 'system' is to look at those ratings and try to choose the horse with the highest average.  I also take into account the comments, if it says 'good effort' or 'driving' beside a 9 or 10, that should be a good sign. If it says 'outrun' or 'tired' beside a 5 or 6 that tells you the opposite.  It also lists who the top three winners were for each race that horse participated in previously.  To me, if you don't see that horse's name listed as any of the winners at all, that might be a clear sign.  Also, check for your horse's name as a winner under any of the competitor's names...are there wins with their name on or none at all?

As the games progressed, my aunt noted the bandaged legs of certain horses as something we should take into consideration.  She had just predicted and won first place, so I glommed onto that tidbit and decided to wait until the horses were paraded out in front of us before placing my bet.  I then gleefully and most deliberately discounted the one horse with  bandaging as having sore legs and therefore, doubtful to win.  We placed our bets and waited and watched.  Can you believe who won first place?  Right. The horse with the bandaged legs.  Sheesh.  So our logical thinking, which made us think we were ahead of the game,  proved really quite pathetic.  Do you see why I think there's no rhyme nor reason to who will win?

Others have a system that they follow based on who the jockey is.  I was convinced that if a particular jockey rode back-to-back races, then I would have to discount him.  Wrong.  I also tried the system that it must be high time a certain renowned jockey won and I saw that work first hand.  I tried using the horse that had my littlest grandson's name in it....lost.  I tried the horse where I had heard of the owner/trainer/breeder's name from a community where I had taught.   He won 2nd place.  If a jockey was substituted by another at the last minute and it was a renowned jockey..., I went with the horse and I won 1st place on that one.  I looked at the fact that another horse had won first place in a previous race and I won 3rd place twice.

As it got closer to the end of the last race, dark had fallen and the big track lights came on.  You could see the finish line very well, but down the stretch it was pretty much a lost cause.  Many people trickled out of the stands and by the end of it all, the rush for the parking lot wasn't as bad as it could have been.  It had been an exciting night and one I would heartily recommend!