they actually

won tonight’s game which went a significant way toward repairing my attitude.

Said attitude had been going from ok this morning through suckworthy to marginally tolerable. None of it was anyone’s fault which made it that more difficult for me. Things happened, schedules had to be changed and somehow my brain decided that it was all designed just to make my life miserable.

And no, I am not on steroids – not till Thursday. I took myself off to sulk in peace for a few hours and avoided inflicting my mood on anyone else. While I was at it, I stopped at Apple, replaced the broken screen on my phone (first time ever in 21 years of dealing with handi’s) and my watch band while I was at it.

Still made the game on time. RF 149 wasn’t as crowded tonight, but we had 5-6 flags, an extra snare drum, + 2 cow bells and my tambourine so it was all good.  It was the four runs in the 6th inning that made all the difference. None of the relief pitchers gave away the game this time and the fielders limited themselves to one error.

Tomorrow’s game starts at 1235. Don’t think it will be all that well attended. Most of the world still seems to be stuck going to offices or school……

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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