The Next Big Thing

 New experiences open our eyes to new adventures. Yesterday was one of those days. I went to the horse races at Emerald Downs in Auburn, WA! As you can imagine, the next big thing for thoroughbred owners is to see their beauties win!  

The owner above saw his horse win its first race. I had no idea the winner belonged to him until I saw him go up to the horse. I was able to share this photo with him. 

 

 

So much excitement is noted at the races as you see these beauties go up to 40 mph on the track. 
  
The racehorse is a selective breed and amazingly majestic to view.

   

Above, you see the happy jockey who just won his race. Note his uniform. The shirt is known as silk. It is a tradition that goes back to England in the 1700’s. You can now look at him come from behind in the picture above I took! I dont know who was more excited than him other than the winners watching the race! Yes. There is betting. I am not much into that, but the fun of seeing these  beauties with your eyes is definitely a gift. I can understand how a owner would feel watching his/her baby cross the finishline.   

Enjoy a few more shots I took: 

  
Oh my! Our view of Mt. Ranier! What a way to enjoy a sunny day in the Pacific Northwest! 

   

It is something to see that dirt kicked up! Emerald Downs is enjoying their 20th year anniversary being open. Wow! 

  
I love the gray color of this majestic horse as he races to the finishline. 

  
Oh my- won by a nose!!! I caught with my Nikon!! Yay! 

Disclaimer: I am not promoting gambling at all in this post. I simply enjoyedthe gorgeous   horses. Thank you for dropping by. 

 

 

Blooming

Forward thinking health is my story. Blooming at just the right timing  can depend on many factors…. My truth is no other. Walk in my shoes just one time and you will see.

“Move your foot forward. You can do this.”

The therapist evidently knew more than me..


This was in January of  2011.  My hospital physical therapist had begun working with me in the acute rehab. I was status post one week crainiotomy for a large motor cortex brain tumor.

“It will not move.” I remarked

“Yes. It will. We will get you there.”

I looked up at her admiring her being strong for me.

That almost seems a lifetime ago, yet everyday I am reminded one way or another of my past medical history.

Today that blooming effect keeps rolling along five years later. This past few months , I started working closely with physical therapy for a  left knee injury. While being assessed, it became apparent to the therapist I also had another condition called Left Neglect.

I was absolutely shocked with this. Apparently damage to the opposite side of my brain ( in my case right side of brain) caused my left sided neglect.  Surprising enough, a left-sided neglect individual may not even know anything is wrong. I sure did not.

Damage to the right side of the brain also may cause cognition issues such as  attention. This is where we need to understand paying attention involves complicated neuro circuits being fractured.

I did not realize this neglect and if I did , I would have taken steps way before now to retrain my brain to use my body in equal footing.

As a mother, I wondered how all these complicating issues were going on in my body all the while doing my mom job.  This whole issue is not just one area or disorder, but multiple in nature.  I am thankful to my sons for always accepting mom through so much.

Barriers happen. These blockades will be overcome by an attitute of continual blooming. As I look out into my backyard, I see this in action. Flowers almost blooming or already have, yet I also see precious squirrels looking to get food and jump at the chance when he can.


It all may sound crazy, but this left neglect is a real neurological condition. In  fact, I had to keep a key viewpoint alive in my head that my issues are real. I do not have but one energizing answer to my rehab. It is simple. Keep blooming. Keep smiling. And yes. Keep moving!

A Garden

  
I am writing this from my home, but believe me in my head I am touring a Hawaiian garden. While recently on vacation, I had the opportunity to do a self guided tour at Wahiawa Botanical Gardens.

 

Wahiawa Botanical Gardens began in the 1920’s prehawaii statehood.  It was first considered an arboretum experiment.  When Hawaii became a state in the 1950’s, the department of parks and recreation  took over its operations.   

The county of Honolulu is home to 650 acres of botanical gardens at five sites. Wahiawa comprises only 26 of those acres with  a large amount of tropical plants. Some of these plants are rare. 

  

Upon entering  the botanical gardens, you are surrounded with quiet reflective walking trails. A visitor center is also on the premises upon going through the main entry.  There was no cost to us as visitors. 

  
Sections of the  botanical trails are divided into Australian and bamboo forests,  different palm gardens , and other flora and Hawaiian gardens.

  

Wahiawa gardens is for plants that love moisture. As much as 80 inches of rain may fall here. This unique gardens is definitely a home for rare flora.  

  
As I finish my thoughts about this Hawaiian garden, spring has really sprung here in my hometown of Seattle. So please enjoy a view from my backyard garden to yours as I bid adieu.

  
  
  

 

The Case Of The Missing Bird Seed Of Epic Proportion

 

Squirrel:  brain thought : It is time!  She is not looking! 

  
Squirrel:  brain thought: She just thinks I am freezing! I have nothing in my paws!

  
Squirrel :  brain thought:  OK. I will just look cute and she want yell at me!!

  
Squirrel : brain thought:  I better drop a few. Look innocent and give her my please feel sorry for me look! 

   

Squirrel:  brain thought: OK. She is not buying my it. Time for an escape plan. 

  
Squirrel :  brain thought:  Hey wait. She is a dummy and just taking my picture. Hmmm. I should have put some makeup on and brushed my tail. Hey lady – I will be back , but could you fill up the bird feeders. They are a little low. 

I Am A Photographer

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Pictures means different things to different people.  You see a woman taking a photo of herself.  I see a ring on the middle finger.   The ring was the subject, but so much is in the shot.  Maybe you can tell me what the heck you think of some other images of mine.

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