Animals


Last weekend I went out to Middleburg, VA with some friends to watch the steeplechase races. It’s a really fun experience if you’ve never done it before. Imagine hanging outside in beautiful weather overlooking a large, green field with mountains dotting the landscape. There you are laughing with friends, eating catered food, and drinking wine and good beer. It’s tailgating but dressed better. Every half hour there’s some action to watch. Betting is done within groups and everyone puts two dollars into pot.

This year I won the first race. My strategy is simple. I look at the statistics of the horse’s previous races, the jockey’s record, and how they look in the paddock. Okay I’m kidding; I pick the horses based on their name and what “speaks” to me. Erin Go Bragh spoke to me because I’m part Irish and it’s always cool to bet on the Irish. So I split that pot with three others and managed to lose all the remaining races. My friend’s eleven year old won the biggest pot that day and walked off with all our hard earned dollars. Maybe I would have done better if I wasn’t relying so much on the advice of her three year old sister.

One thing about betting is that you need to be prepared to lose. I am a huge competitor so it did irk me when in the fourth race my horse came in last place. But it’s really fun to see them sprinting down the stretch. They are beautiful, powerful animals and it’s exciting to see them go.

I don’t really have any funny thoughts or deep insights on this. Just reflections on a nice Saturday afternoon in Virginia. And my fingers are crossed for tonight’s mega-millions drawing. Tootles!

 

Down the stretch

Down the stretch

My advisor

My advisor

middleburg races

What it is ain’t exactly clear. There’s a turtle in the path over there. Snapping at Grendel and saying beware.

So I have decided to come clean with something that’s been plaguing me all summer. At first it was just weird coincidences. But now I’m thinking that there has to be a reason for all this—something I’m supposed to do. I just don’t know what to make of it. So I did some research on the Internet to see if there’s been some global phenomenon, natural disaster, or another story of man destroying the planet. I found a bit of everything but nothing to explain my little, what should I call it? How about freaky turtle sightings?

It started last spring while I was walking Grendel in the woods by my house. There I was minding my own business, in deep thought, when all of the sudden—not a word usually associated with turtles, I know—there was this turtle in the path. I actually jumped. Grendel, wondering what I was freaking out about, turned and finally noticed the reptile. Seriously—I don’t know how he missed it considering his nose is to the ground at all times. It took a lot of muscle to pull him away from this interesting creature. That was the first sighting. Then on several trips to the beach I saw both live and dead turtles in the sand. A few more sightings in various parts of the woods around my house, one sighting by my neighbor, and continued references to both real and animated turtles throughout the summer fed my new turtle paranoia. Finally, yesterday I saw one sitting under my neighbor’s fence. I wanted to warn my neighbor about it but was too late. He told me he freaked out when he saw it later that day. So I’m not alone in the jumping thing and feeling a bit better now. But honestly. What is it? All summer. Turtles. Everywhere.

Have any of you had a similar experience? I don’t necessarily mean with turtles but with anything like this? I feel like God is trying to tell me something. I can’t figure it out though so I thought I’d put it out there and see if any of you have any ideas. Like I said, I did some research and here are some of the stories I found. There certainly are a lot of stories, and turtles seem to be pretty popular—and not just because of Finding Nemo’s “Crush” or the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I wonder why. They’re okay, but what’s the fascination?

I’m serious. My aunt Sandy has a whole lot of little cute things adorning the grounds and cottage of Willow Loon on the shores of Walloon Lake, including a blue bear. It’s actually a “Shakesbear.” (See photos below for said objects. One favorite pastime here is to see what items will be taken away by the squirrels, what will scare Grendel, and what will be the depository for the decapitated birds that Gus the cat brings home.)

I spent most of today in the float boat with my mom and two aunts touring the lake and visiting “the foot.” Generations of families have lived on this lake—including the famous Ernest Hemingway’s family—and the not so famous but lovable Andrews clan.

I’ve done a decent amount of traveling in my life and have seen some breathtaking sites. I’ve experienced different cultures, eaten great food, been pampered in luxurious resorts, sat on beautiful beaches, hiked magnificent canyons and mountains (in a single bound)—basically have been blessed. But I have to say, as much as I love the beach, if I could hang out here in this cottage on this cobalt colored lake and make a living right here at my computer, I’d be in heaven. The air is so clean here it’s like a sleeping pill.

But since I can’t, I’ll have to enjoy the next week roaming in the garden, falling asleep on the screened-in porch while listening to the lapping waves, and taking some boat rides. And if my cousins show up we can have some of our famous philosophical sessions on the wicker chairs in the corner of the porch. Some of the world’s greatest problems have been debated (heatedly) in those chairs. My cousin fancies himself a great debater because he’s a litigator. In reality, he’s just louder. But he is a good attorney (so he says). 

I guess my point to all this is that we must take time in our life to be with family and to enjoy the beauty that God has created for us. Find some joy and rest and beauty in your life. There are many who are suffering and I will say this—beauty and peace can be found anywhere. Even though I find it especially evident in northern Michigan, we should preserve and protect all the special places we love. Let’s be good stewards of our beautiful earth.

If you’re wondering what to do for your next vacation, consider the lakes of northern Michigan. Come up for skiing in the winter or sailing in the summer. The people are nice, the sunsets are gorgeous, and you may get inspired like I’ve been these last few days.

I took these photos around the cottage today, so enjoy.

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