Baseball
season is over. This makes me sad. I do have to admit that it was a fun World
Series to watch though. And there was no
stress because I didn’t really care who won, although I will admit that I really
liked the Kansas City Royals and had to root for them. Oh, well…
Maybe next year.
I do watch a lot of
television from Great Britain on Netflix these days. You know, things like Dr. Who, Torchwood and Midsomer
Murders. I’m always surprised when
people who need to defend themselves on these shows often pull out a baseball
bat…a baseball bat, for pity’s sake.
Now, I may be wrong, but I don’t think they play baseball in Great
Britain. So why do all these people have
bats in their closets and where the heck do they buy them? They must be sold as weapons over there in
the stores. You almost never see a
baseball bat used as a weapon on American TV.
I mentioned this today to Greg for whatever reason and his answer was
short and to the point. “That’s because,”
he said, “American use guns.”
Are you sick of political ads yet? I sure am.
We get them not only from Massachusetts but also from New
Hampshire. It almost makes me nostalgic
for that Verizon ad with the bouncing, whispering couple with the baby that
makes the salesgirl shush so as not to wake the kid. I’d like to slap those people and I am
non-violent by nature. But those
dunderheads are a breath of fresh air compared with all this politics.
| The biggest leaf I've found this year so far. |
I have sciatica and am going to physical therapy
trying to get it under control. I
laughed about the first exercise that the PT gave me, which was to lie on my
stomach for fifteen minutes three times a day.
Hey, even I can do that! But I
was told yesterday that I needed to roll in and out of bed. Do you know how hard that is?? I always thought that it was kind of a figure
of speech but apparently it is an actual way to get in and out of bed. I haven’t mastered it yet. I am afraid that I require further instruction.
I've already posted this photo on Facebook, but I think it bears repeating. This is my mother, father and me all duded up and ready to leave for a Halloween party at my sister Cindy's house back in 1976. Pretty funny, isn't it?! I'm not dressing up this year. As a matter of fact, I almost forgot all about Trick or Treat and had to run out and purchase last minute candy. I need to start paying attention to the calendar. Have a safe and happy Halloween!
P.S. I'd like some help identifying this cute little guy who has been hanging out at our feeder. He scrounges underneath and doesn't go on to the feeders. He must be some kind of sparrow but what kind is the question. He's a tad bigger than a dark-eyed junco.