This is a short post to say that the Radical is back in town, and hitting the ground running at Zenith. During our vacation (it was lovely, thank you for asking), the following unexpected things happened at home:
Individual branches of our rose bushes out front crinkled up and died. My suspicion is that they were peed on. The question is -- by people or dogs? And do these individuals always pee on my bushes, but because I have been watering more or less every day I somehow rinse the bushes sufficiently? It's a mystery.
The fire alarm went off, for no reason as usual, and ADT called our neighbor, who raced over just in time to see a fireman raising an ax, with which he planned to fell our nineteenth century front door. "St-a-a-a-a-ahp!" she screamed, and he did, and all was well. Except that now I have to make an appointment to get ADT to clean the fire alarm. Again.
I ended up with 48 advisees, due to sabbaticals, leaves and resignations. This is not a mystery. I know exactly how -- and from whom -- I got them, and how -- eventually -- I will help them to the next level. Fortunately many of them are in Foreign Lands on study abroad programs.
The dog breeder, with whom we leave Breezy the dog, got usefully beside herself at Breezy's ill-behaved ways and trained her to come when called.
My favorite horse, Lila Paige, was entered in the Personal Ensign, a mile and 1/4 Grade 1 Handicap at Saratoga, where this afternoon she will face five other fillies who have breeding far superior to hers (there are two Deputy Minister fillies, and two A.P. Indy fillies, and as racing folk know, if you have A.P. Indy for your pa, you are directly descended from Seattle Slew.) I suggest you put a couple of fins on her. Lila is quite the little cinderella horse, seems to like coming from behind (and in a fast field, that is a plus) and I have won a lot of money on her. But this is only her second graded stakes ever, having come from obscurity -- at least as far as the Daily Racing Form is concerned -- to come in second in the Grade II Delaware Handicap. If she does well it will be a Big Deal.
Oh, but I do go on. I think my brain must still be on vacation. More later.
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