...but not me.
Monday July 28th was a day I was looking forward to. A fun one, a girls day out to the "Summer place to be". A day to be one of the girls, to people watch and to hopefully watch the gray horse win. Ahhhhh, Saratoga Race Track, a mecca of socialites, families, tourist and the most gorgeous creatures that roam the earth..the thoroughbred race horses. They strut them through the crowds to get to the starting gate and if one looks at you, it might just be telling you "I am going to win the race". That is not an animal, that is an athlete. Look for that special number, the jockey wearing pink or the horse whose name sounds as lovely as a song. Hurray off to place your bet because the bell is going to sound, a ring like no other heard over the calm before the storm. Gates fly open...beauty explodes...hoofs which appear to not even touch the ground create a thunder that is felt in every bone of the body. The announcer is talking so fast...the crowd crescendos into screams for their winner. In an instant it is over, a bit of silence before the official winning order is announced. Ahhh, did I win?
Sounds like a dream doesn't it. It was. My dream of having a girls day out was abruptly stopped as I woke to the alarm of a barking seal on Monday. No, I am not at the zoo (close though). It was Lauren, the healthiest child in the world, was a bit under the weather. She said she felt fine but her mind soon changed when I asked her if she had enough energy to go to camp for the day (knowing there was no way I would send her). She plopped on my bed and went back to sleep with a bit of a fever. I made the dreaded call to my friend and tortured myself all day on the play by play of what I would have done in Saratoga.
I generally do not live in the past, so Monday I created the past for that day. I found a book named "Samantha at Saratoga". A very, very old book (as in 1887) and after I ripped out some pages, I realized it is autographed by the author, Marietta Holley, in such an elegant handwriting no less. oooops! I also used an old postcard from Saratoga, the date I missed out, and a rusty old clip.
I promise not to pout too much about this, my Lauren is happy and the doctor said it is only a little virus, so add me missing out, a ripped up old book, a postcard from the past and a rusty old clip and what do you get? An art piece created for "Days that are Gone". So enjoy them today and leave a gorgeous art laden history trail behind you.
