Rainy day today; same thing for tomorrow. It's cool, like the day of my dad's memorial service, and I have to admit I like this kind of weather. I enjoyed what I'm sure will be one of the final cool wet days of the season before the onset of summer heat and humidity. . .
My mom mentioned something yesterday that made me stop and think: what if the oil flowing into the Gulf of Mexico can't be stopped?
"All the oceans are connected," she said. "This might really be the end."
I hadn't thought about that and have tried not to since. . .
But just in case this isn't the end, I've got a lot of work to do. Some of it, I actually enjoy; feeding horses, cutting grass, termite inspections, and my favorite, dead deer removal. Other things--staining my fence comes to mind; my truck needs new brakes; and there's a ceiling fan I've been putting off fixing for about three years--are a little harder to bring myself to tackle. . .
I've also found a renewed joy in the game of baseball. I loved the sport as a kid--both playing and watching--but somehow let myself drift away from it. Now that one of my sons is playing baseball (pretty well, I might add) I've returned to the first sport I ever really enjoyed. I'm fortunate enough to be helping coach his team, and I watch at least part of almost every Nationals game.
That's what I'm getting ready to do right now. . .
Maybe I can get some work done while I'm watching. . .
If the world doesn't end before the seventh inning stretch, that is. . .
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