Friday, March 16

The things about today are these things: It is my Ma's 81st birthday, but she's dead. All deaded up. Died at age 63. And so it goes...today the weather was wet. Wet with the rain. All the day, the rain. I did manage to back my van up to the garage and empty it, onnacounta it was full of assorted sundry things, not the least of which was pure unadulterated garbage, so it was time. Phfrit came down this day after being away all week and we feasted on waffles for supper. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm wafles...then we watched a movie called The Perfect Game about the only perfect game pitched in the Little League World Series, and it happened to be by a pitcher from a team from Monterrey, Mexico, the first foreign team to play. Riiiiiiiiiiiillllly good moovie. And then the slumber, oh yes.....
~ the golden slumber. ~