polo people wear hats

Thanks to Bridget, we spent yesterday afternoon at a polo match in Leesburg. Many odd things about polo. The riders hang out during halftime (after three chukkers) and talk to the spectators.

The halftime show is high on male-dominated feats of daring and scary stuff. One of these flag carriers has a prosthetic leg, which he probably picked up in Iraq as a Blackwater employee. Heavy military stuff under cover. Virginia is for lovers?

And the food is good, especially with Bridget's passes. We didn't spend a cent the whole afternoon. We avoided the free-flowing champagne and wine and concentrated on the salads, roast beef, chicken, potato salad, small quiches, interesting vegetables, and lots of water.

On the home front today, after Bridget took off for NYC, we made some progress in the garden. This may look like an onion harvest, but it's not. We spent the afternoon digging up all the bulbs in one section of the garden so that we could plant more annuals. Tom came home from St. Rose today with about 100 plants left over from last weekend's plant sale. Most of them are now in the ground or in hanging baskets. I even did some digging (most of my talent lies in cleanup and organizing, but I made the effort), wearing my new iPod!! I even figured out how to change the volume. I think there's hope.