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Hey there, hi there, hello there, and welcome to the day of the week known as Three Thing Thursday, where we share three thoughts, comments, remarks, statements, sentences, paragraphs, ideas or words.
You could share three letters, I suppose, but I'm kinda sorta hoping for more. I'm also kinda sorta thinking a hand needs to come out of the computer screen, swat me on the wrists and send me directly to remedial English class for saying kinda sorta - now going on three times in the same paragraph.
1. The Mathews High School Cross Country teams will travel to Great Meadows in the Plains, Virginia, for Saturday's state meet. The last time I was at Great Meadows was for the Virginia Wine Festival in 1995, only I couldn't sample one ounce of wine since I was pregnant with Chesapeake Bay Son, who is now in high school running cross country, although he won't be running on Saturday since he's an alternate.
Dear Remedial English Teacher: It's OK, really. That last sentence actually hurt me more than you. The vertigo you're experiencing along with the urgent desire to pound your fist and break that sentence up into two or three succinct statements will pass just as soon as you leave this blog post. I can do better. Promise. Just not right now.
2. Another Great Meadows memory was the Gold Cup which is supposedly a horse race--except nobody there watches the horses. Spectators are interested only in
sipping mint juleps from sterling silver goblets what everyone else is wearing.
And what they're wearing includes just about anything found in any given closet at Buckingham Palace or Windsor Castle: hideous hats, flowery dresses, high heels, and panty hose.
And that's just the men. CBW never understood why anyone would wear such attire to a horse race, but that's because in Mathews the only thing you dress up for is Sunday preaching, weddings and funerals. You'd be laughed out of the county if you attended any sort of farm-animal or equine-related event in a dress.
Anyway, when I lived in Northern Virginia years ago, these sorts of outings were a regular part of my life. Now, I am very happy to be as far away from all that as possible. Saturday's meet will be the highlight of my social calendar for the month, and thankfully there will be no
preppies dress code.
3. Don't forget about the dogs, like Butch below, who need homes. The satellite/overflow facility used by the Humane Society in Gloucester is closing the end of this month and many, many dogs will be impacted. If you can provide even a temporary foster home you might be saving a life.
Now it's your turn to share three (or more) things. Feel free to use run-on sentences, dangling participles, made-up words, and misplaced modifiers. The Remedial English teacher ran away screaming, so it'll be our little secret.