And here we are, with another brand new, shiny month unfolding before us. It’s nearly blank on the calendar so far, but there are many, many things to handle.
We didn’t make the deadline to publish “Roxie! WHAT Are You Doing?” I am sharing with some folks early this month to get feedback before submitting the final copy for a couple of people to read. Then, we’ll proceed. This is exciting and a little nerve-wracking at the same time.
I started reading “Where the Crawdads Sing.” So far, I’m feeling so sorry for the little girl. There are still back-woods people, very poor and deprived people, who survive in horrible conditions and situations. I debated about reading it. After reading “The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo,” I felt compelled to read another recent fiction book. It will help me catch up on my Goodreads goal of reading 24 books this year. So far, I’ve only finished 7. I increased my goal over last year just to make myself read and finish more books. Why? Aren’t I supposed to be writing, not reading?
Yes and no. Someone wiser than me has said to write well, you need to read. A lot. I readily accept that challenge. It’s amazing how your perspective changes when you read to learn different methods of character development, plot twists, and tying up all loose ends by the end. The Evelyn Hugo book was a perfect example of all of the above. I sort of balked at reading it. I often don’t like books others have flocked to read (insert the 50 Shades series – horrible writing, in my humble opinion). Yet the author laughed all the way to her bank. I’m not the only person who couldn’t see the fascination in it. And no, it’s not because I’m prudish, because I’m far from it.
Last night’s ball game was in Waverly, Nebraska. It’s about 20 minutes from Gretna, so it was not a long drive. After playing in the more modern facilities in Omaha and Papillion, the first thing I noticed was we were definitely in an very industrial area. There were grain storage silos in sight, and the photo in today’s header is what the field signs looked like. At first, I felt bad for the kids who played there and only had that kind of facility. I’m not condemning small town America. I hoped our boys appreciate the wonderful, brand new facilities they have available to them.
And when it became time to throw the first pitch, it mattered not the condition of the signage, the location, the view, everything that wasn’t what we were used to. The game is all that mattered. And that is what I love about baseball. No matter where, how the place looks, what kind of equipment the kids have, or even if the team has uniforms or not. All that matters is the glorious game of baseball. Period.
Being Gavin’s 10th birthday, I prayed silently that he had a good game, not a disappointing one. He played very well, hit a couple doubles, and played various positions. It was a whopping 95 degrees; luckily, the sun was to our backs. It was worth every drop of sweat. He ran over to where we were sitting with his mom and sister, and said, “This is the best birthday ever!” I’m so glad he was happy, full of energy (almost too full!), and ready to celebrate him. Those years have gone way too fast. I pray we can see the next ten years with all the grandkids, and see what they’re all achieving. Blessed beyond our wildest dreams.
Our grandson Joell and his family are headed to Spain, on a trip with his family for school. He attends a Spanish immersion program, and it’s amazing even with his exposure to Spanish with his mom and her family, how he can learn both English and Spanish at the same time. I’ve already heard it was easier when kids are young. I’m a believer to see it in action. I hope he sees all the sights I’ve always heard about.
No matter what your circumstances, your surroundings, your trials and tribulations, be like baseball. Once your days begin, treat them like the ump just said, “Play ball!” Focus on positivity, loving whatever you’re doing, and keep focused on the whole length of the day/game. You don’t lose with one mistake in a day. It takes all nine innings to see how the day/game will end. One ball at a time. One hit at a time. One hour at a time. You can make it happen. Let’s all go make it a great day, and I’ll see you tomorrow!