Softball Saturday

The temperature is in the thirties this morning.

…The  resident cardinals are getting “busy” on the edge of the gutter outside my window. Now one of them is singing in the broken maple tree. Life is universal…

Anyway, anyone who has read here a while knows I love baseball. The youngest granddaughter plays softball and she plays a game this morning. Near freezing temps and sitting at a ball diamond makes for a miserable morning. Just wait until one of those girls hits that big old ball with a metal bat! Ouch. 

It won’t matter to the granddaughter, her birthday is Monday and she is having a party with her friends this afternoon. 

Life is good. 

The coffee is hot

 I suppose it is a function of finance. Yesterday was payday, so it felt like a Friday. Imagine my disappointment to discover I have to go to work today. Then we must consider yesterday’s deposit was only possible because I am working. I better plop in front of that computer this morning, no matter my level of enthusiasm, if I want another similar deposit mid-month. So it goes, probably until I die. 

Can you spell inflation?

If we are a net exporter of oil, we shouldn’t be victims of the global increase in oil prices.

The president needs to open the straight or bomb the heck out of Iran until they do. 

Gas prices in Indiana have only topped $5 one other time. Trump is moving into Biden territory. 

My Dad always told me to never start a fight I couldn’t finish. True words indeed.

Way past time

 The UN just put Iran on the nuclear arms committee. Enough.

It is long past time we got a divorce. The UN should get out of the US and the US should get out of the UN. We have everything to gain and nothing to lose. 

The Great Food Pyramid of Giza

 I’m not sure coffee and barbecue chips for breakfast is on any government nutrition list. 

I’ve always been a very mild daredevil.

Much ado about nothing

Yesterday afternoon I turned off the computer a little early and called the workday complete. I moseyed downstairs, grabbed a handful of cashews and picked up a book. Soddenly, my phone squawked and squealed and announced a severe thunderstorm warning. The tornado siren began to howl in the distance. The phone alerted again for a tornado warning. 

I looked out to see the trees calm and the sky slightly overcast. Puzzled, I turned on the TV to see the weather guy detailing a fast moving storm ripping through downtown Indy and pointing right at Mudsock. 

 Unconcerned geese were eating weeds in the neighbor’s yard. 

The TV broke down the storm’s progress as it moved relentlessly northeast. As the front came closer the tornado warning was dropped. Then the storm moved up to the juncture of I465 and I69 and  it just kind of looked at the normal snarl of traffic and construction and said “nah, I ain’t doing that” and faded away to a moderate rainstorm that lasted a few minutes and moved away. 

Even the TV weather watchers sent programming to commercials. It was a big nothing burger here in the burbs when just a few minutes and miles away winds hit 80 and trees toppled. 

You never know. 

Suburbia Woes

 I have been up since 5:30 or so. I doesn’t really bother me, but I think firing up your mower to cut the grass at 7:30 in the morning is not too neighborly