Jake’s convinced he’s smarter than me. (He literally just read this first line over my shoulder and said, “Well that’s true.”) Which shouldn’t be surprising given 1. I’m pretty sure he’s the original Boss Baby and 2. He’s a twelve-year-old boy. The thing he texts me most is some kind…
We had our final baseball game this past week. While the boys sat lined-up on the concrete wall behind the dugout, inhaling pizza and cookies, Coach Gillett gave a sincere and spot-on little speech of recognition for each player. As might be expected from an attorney coach who directed the…
Today as we drove to baseball practice, I marveled quietly at Bruno Mars’, Leave the Door Open, being sung word-for-word in the backseat, especially when it got to: Cuddling Rose petals in the bathtub, girl, lets jump in It’s bubblin’ Neither of them missed a beat. I’m not sure they…
Yesterday I crossed that Coronavirus milestone from a half vaxxer to a full vaxxer, right there near the tortilla aisle in the Nipomo Vons. And then I spent all day today with a case of the aches and chills. Nothing a bit of Eureka Lemon Marionberry couldn’t help.
Today the Tigers were up against the Padres for a late afternoon game. I love that the boys were questioning this team name on our drive home– “Kind of a weird name for a team, isn’t it?” Well, yeah. The San Diego Dads? Good point. Nate started at first base…
This week we had a bit of a seafood extravaganza. Apparently the three meals a day habit we’ve developed has no end in sight and we’ve grown tired of our local monthly delivery of steaks and ground pork. This month we had Larder Meat Company switch to their new seafood…
Today, after 401 days since that Friday the thirteenth when I was sent home from work, I got my first vaccination shot. Pfizer. It’s weird to sit in an upholstered oak chair in front of the aisle end-cap of tortillas in a Vons in Nipomo. Weirder yet was when I approached…
On Saturday, Nate’s baseball team had our third game of the pandemic ten-game season. Which based on my year’s of Snack Shack expertise is exactly the perfect ratio of chips to cheese in Little League scheduling. Unfortunately, the Tigers may need less chips and more days of baseball if we’re going…
Friday morning I wake-up in the 4:00 hour and lay in bed till the 5:00 hour, when I can no longer take it anymore and climb out to put on the kettle. Somehow the first few days of Daylight Saving Time leave me incredibly groggy until my internal alarm kicks-in…
Happy to report some seriously good news. Today I put on a pair of real work dress pants and they completely fit– possibly even a little loose. Successfully fending off the COVID-19. I’m a strong believer in celebrating small pandemic wins.