On this, the first day of summer, my season goals: Sitting here with one of my very favorite people to kick off this year’s chapter of our tradition. Sitting here and getting my ass handed to me on an 8squarex8square board. Sitting here and singing along, even though I didn’t write the songs. Bringing the baby here to feel the magic. Doing a lot of this. Buying one of these. Practicing the guitar. Working. Running. Walking. Sleeping. Dreaming.
Went to the baseball game about a week ago with some astonishingly well behaved adorable children. (Two of the three silly faces on the previous post). I think their father was horrified that I was encouraging them to goof around, but hey, kids are kids. If they can’t have fun now, they never will. Adulthood bites. The only thing at the game funner than his kids and mine was the guy who jumped to catch the foul ball and spilled his ENTIRE cold beer on the lady sitting in front of him. (It was only funny because she was amused. Otherwise, well, hell, yes, it would have been funny otherwise too).