Hanging in There

Woke myself with a headache at 5:15 in the morning. All these weather changes we get around here.

Rose texted me a few hours later. Trying to keep herself awake sitting up all night in the Atlanta airport when her connecting flight back home was canceled due to, what she called, “minor” thunderstorms in the area.

El Oso’s 7:30 men’s Bible study and breakfast produced a full plate of donuts – the leftovers – which were soon sitting on our kitchen table, and then in our stomachs. Including a chocolate Long John.

Just after twelve o’clock, we collected the final two items on Puck’s school supplies list: an 8-oz bottle of hand sanitizer and a yellow plastic folder. Easier than I expected.

Gloria had a ham waiting on the stove. It was a better ham than the usual run-of-the-mill.

Enough so that Puck was inspired to throw both arms in the air, and exclaim, “I LOVE THIS HAM! I LOVE THIS HAM!!!!”

While El Oso, Theodore, and Izzy hit the movies for the afternoon, and I switched on the 3:05 Cards vs. O’s, Puck sat down to a few games on Gloria’s iPhone.

“Sometimes Dad does better on games, and sometimes I do better. And when Dad does better on games, then I just get jealous. To make matters worse.”

Theodore and Gloria left early for a 40th wedding anniversary party in Hazelwood, I think. El Oso made us ham-mozzarella-guacamole fajitas. And Puck expressed his thoughts on my upcoming attitude when I switched off the post-game commentary.

“Mom’s going to be, uh … a little cranky maybe, because of the game?”

So of course I had to prove him wrong.

Game Notes: 3rd in NL Central

It was an ugly day in Baltimore. Ugly fans, too, in their traffic cone orange. I don’t have anything against orange. I do have something against booing your own starting pitcher. Especially when you’re already dominating the American League East, all but squashing the Yankees, and basically obliterating the Red Sox. Did I mention I’m not a huge fan of the Northeast?