Tuesday Things

It’s been another day of being mostly sick, and a little regular work on some quilt squares. It hasn’t been without glitches, let me tell you. The header photo? I wound a bobbin on my new machine. I’ve never had one do this in over 50 years of sewing/quilting. Just when I think I’ve seen everything, I realize I don’t. And that’s a good thing. It means I still have things to learn.

Tomorrow is the visitation/prayer service for my sister-in-law Pat Tomasek. You do a lot of thinking while you reminisce about life with those special people. You all were grasping to hold on, and you were stronger in numbers. And here we are, 50 years later, all walking each other home. Everyone feels this loss, it’s a big one. I’m so grateful to have known Pat. She was a big blessing to me.

Not even the worst circumstances could make us into negative, jealous, self-pitying people unless we allow them to. Our experiences cannot be controlled. Our reactions to them can be. No matter what our circumstances, we are responsible for our attitudes about them. Let’s make sure we have good attitudes in all circumstances. Then, and only then, we can say we show gratitude.

I need to read a lot before class on Thursday night. I’m humbled I was asked to participate in the training. I want to use it for good. Intentional Peer Support is vital as a supplement to mental health services for Veterans and families.

Want to help? You can get involved. Contact the VFW in your area, volunteer at Post 2503, Bellevue University in Bellevue, Nebraska, and many places supporting Veterans. I hope you have a great evening and tomorrow. See you then.

Effort and Outcomes

Happy Friday evening! The Babe and I are watching the Nebraska Rutgers game, who knows where that will take us? It was a good day, I worked on the quilt again, and made quite a bit of progress. It’s amazing how good rest and a new day make the work lighter. It’s the universe telling me to take a time out. You’d think I’d pay better attention. It’s ok, we’re still human here on earth, and we’re learning.

My effort was much better today, and so was my outcome. I would think if you could teach children (even little ones) they need to work to make progress. Work may be practicing dance, pitching, hitting, fielding, gymnastics, music, voice, acting, painting, crafting, writing, whatever. Put effort out, you will see improvement, progress, and your work will seem easier. It makes all the difference in the world.

The daily meditation book I use had a good one yesterday; I’m responsible for my effort, not the outcome. No matter how much we think the outcome is guaranteed if we try a little harder, the truth is, we don’t have that kind of control. Not fair? No one ever said life was.

Matthew McConaughey has videos on Facebook, and probably Instagram, Twitter, whatever. He speaks to life not being fair. He has some very good, sensible sounding talks. They are for graduations, his book “Greenlights,” and other topics. They are common sense, American ideals, and make me stop and think.

I love when younger people can make me think. You should, too. You should love when older people make you think. Our families are now scattered across the country, and it’s not convenient for families to travel back and forth enough to feel as close as if you lived in the same city, state, region. Even those of us in the same state as kids/grandkids don’t get to see them as often as we could before. Most of the bonding among people now happens at sports fields, practice gyms, dance studios, YMCA’s, and such. Last summer, we came to recognize other Grandmas & Grandpas at the baseball fields in town and on the road.

Back to effort and outcomes. In an ideal world, our effort would equal a great result. The outcome often can be affected by outside things we cannot control. For instance, my quilt. I was on a roll, until I discovered the manufacturer didn’t include ten squares of a certain fabric. I could not follow the directions and have a good outcome. Luckily, I had something that would work as a substitute. Crisis averted. Until the next one pops up.

Of course, the meditation book defines effort as following the programs, be it for Adult Children of Alcoholics or Al-Anon, or even AA itself. That is all on your plate. The effort is what matters. You can’t control if your child won’t give up his bad-news friends, or your husband won’t come home from work immediately, or your brother won’t stop drinking even though you are helping him manage stressful things until he gets back on track. They may all have to learn the hard way. The hardest thing is staying in your lane. You have to watch that child do bad things, your husband spend time and money on another interest, and your brother lose everything if that’s what it takes. You cannot save them.

In trying to save them, you can lose yourself. Your mental health is at risk. As you watch them decline, lose their faculties, basic living skills, and any self-respect you thought they had, it’s heartbreaking. I’ve had to learn more than once, I cannot care more about them getting better than they do. I cannot do more to help them than they do to help themselves. The work is theirs. Not mine. Watching co-dependent behavior all your life is what you mimic as an adult.

One of my son’s had a little kindergarten friend who lived across the alley from us. When they played house, the little girl, (who’s dad was a very bad alcoholic), would go into great explanations about, “you didn’t come home from work, so I’ll be mad, and go to the movies with a friend. When I get home, you’ll be mad, and we’ll fight.” I was so sad to hear those words, as what she thinks married life is like. But it’s all she’d seen. I wonder sometimes what ever became of her, and if she had a good life, one better than her family did. Most kids in that situation don’t. There is always hope, though.

It’s nearly for the second half to begin, so we’ll part for now. Make sure you check back tomorrow, we’ll see what’s going on in the universe then. Make sure you put your best effort, and you’ll get better results. Put your mind in it’s right place, and know what is your responsibility. And what isn’t. Be safe out there.

It’s Over; and Just Beginning

Today was my friend’s funeral, burial, and funeral luncheon. Ethnic groups, such as the Polish, German, Italian, Irish, and whoever else, always had a huge, hearty lunch. South Omaha tradition dictates and ensures you will not go away hungry. We didn’t. The DAV (Disabled American Veterans) Hall did not disappoint; nor did Mama’s Pizza, who catered delicious Pasta.

Since my friend’s husband called Saturday to inform me his wife passed away, life has been so different. We had lived a thousand lives since then; we have had a million memories since then; and today, reality hit. We will never see our wife/mom/aunt/cousin/niece/friend again. Not until whatever you believe eternity will be.

The Babe and I have had many discussions about what we as individuals want when we pass. We’ve agreed on some things, other things will have further discussion. We need to write these things all down. Our time will come. Children don’t want to guess what we want. We need to tell them.

Many things open opened our eyes with this loss. We’re probably not too far behind. Or maybe one of us? No, we never know for sure. But from now on, we need to be ready, just in case.

Make those lists for our families; talk with people who will plan our funerals; maybe even pre-plan them ourselves; then the kids won’t need to do anything. That will be great for them.

And now, my friend’s family has to get used to life without her. Her husband and kids can no longer call her for advice, to just say hello, or tell her they love her. I experienced that with my dad back in 1988. Mom ise still living, and she’ll be 93 in a matter of days. As her executor, I’ll have a lot to do. It will be the time my brothers and I become orphans. I’ve read about those feelings, and expect we will feel the same.

Tonight? I’m grateful to have had Janet Nichols as my supporter, cheerleader, and friend for the past 43 years. We all were. We need to figure out how to carry on, and we will. Even though we may not like it. Such is life. I pray to make the most of mine, however much time I have left. It’s all we can hope for. Make an impression as a positive while you’re here.

It’s late, and we’ve had another long day. Please be good to each other; have a beautiful rest of the night and make it a good rest of the week. Be kind to people; take care of each other. None of us know when we’ll be called home; try to live each day as if it’s your last. Bless all of you, and know how I appreciate your support. We’re getting a lot of followers, and I’m delighted about that. See you tomorrow!

Good Girls Rarely Make History.

This phrase just jumped out at me while listening to Jennifer Nettles album/CD “Playing With Fire.” I love her voice. I’ve read before she has a voice “to make a man leave his happy home and follow her anywhere.”

The one thing I’m curious about is writing lyrics. It appears to be like poetry, but adding the words to music adds another dimension that words on a page just can’t compete with. Nettles’ song, “Hey Heartbreak” is an anthem telling Heartbreak to leave her door, she’s taking her life back. Powerful words, and great music. Nothing better.

I believe some day I will write words for a song. I have experienced a lot of themes. Bone crushing lonely Saturday nights, before I met the Babe. I think when you’ve lived through those, you can pretty much get through anything. Loss of good health is another thing that tests your mettle. Not having an adult in your home to help you is another kind of lonely and hopelessness. If I hadn’t had my kids, I may not have made it through. But we did. All those experiences are back in the vault of my memories. I will do something with them in the future. You cannot make up the things every day people make it through. No one could believe it all happened. But it did. And I’m still here!

This is where my overwhelming sense of gratitude grows from. I could not have lived through these things without hope, faith, and especially love. God is in charge. I no longer try to affect outcomes; I pray, “However you decide, God. I’m along for the ride. Tell me what you’re teaching me now.” Many years ago, I prayed, “Please make my husband be kinder to the kids,” and learned it doesn’t work that way. The prayer became, “Show me what you want me to do to improve this situation.” Boy, did He!

I was the quintessential “good girl.” I was obedient, always followed the rules, never expressed my opinion, deferred always to my first husband, and didn’t rock the boat. Never again! The book I will finish reading today has stirred many memories of how women’s role in society has changed. In the Victorian era, women were not allowed to study things like math or science. It was believed their delicate makeup would be upset if they used their minds too much. Hogwash!

When I was a Programmer Trainee in 1987, I asked a question that was quite technical in nature. The boss that was training me said, “That’s too technical for you.” I asked someone else later who said, “He probably didn’t know the answer.” I finally got the explanation but not from who should have answered me. My first review after transferring to another department of I/T included, “You are way more skilled than he would give you credit for. He kept you down.” How about that?

Truth of the matter is, there were not very many women in the field in the late 80s. Most were men, and I had to learn to go to lunch with them, hang out with them, and not be relegated to the “secretarial staff.” It’s a hard stop to be in, but you have to make the best of it. Thank God it has changed! We need to remain equal. We were made to be equal. I never broke out in hysterics from debugging an old COBOL program. Nonsense!

And while I may not go down in history as a “bad girl” I know that would have been one who talked back, (I was just asking questions no one liked), wanted to take a class only boys took (I wanted to take Mechanical Drawing. The nun who enrolled me that year said “absolutely NOT! You’re too shy!”), and “You’ll probably never finish college, even if you attend. Go to beauty school or nursing school or become a teacher.” No offers of financial help were ever discussed. How was that supposed to happen?

In the 1950s, the thing that made a girl “bad” was being one who smoked, hung out with the boys, one who stole boyfriends, and had sex before marriage. The worse thing was if your daughter “had to get married.” The scorn! In the late 60s and 70s, it mattered no more. Now, often people live together for years, have multiple children, then get married if they even do. I’m glad young teens are no longer forced into marriage. It used to be the air was clean and sex was dirty. Now, the air is dirty and sex is clean. In my opinion, God made male and female to enjoy each other in every way possible. There is nothing better than a caring lover. That, along with commitment, love, faith, and trust in each other transcends to a beautiful life together. I have that with the Babe. I wish it on my friends to know what that is.

Does that make me a bad girl? Oh well! I’ve been called worse! When I was single for so long, I used to say, “If I could be guilty of half of what people have thought I’ve done, I’d be having a great time!”

Have a great time today! Be good to yourself and to each other. Show respect and kindness everywhere you go. You’ll receive it back tenfold. Do it out of goodness, not out of what you may get from it. Let’s see each other again tomorrow!

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Magnetic Friday!

Here we are, on the cusp of the weekend, and we’re under sunny skies at the Home Office of Gretna, Nebraska. We’re lucky, it’s beautiful outside, the humidity is a little lower today. There is a huge outdoor concert tonight, and people who usually attend are looking forward to it.

I started the day with an MRI of my shoulder. I’m truly amazed how the technology has changed since the first one I had in the 90s. Today, I had noise cancelling headphones to lessen the clanging and banging the machine does, and upbeat Jazz music while I relaxed. It was ok.

Now, I’m writing my second take on this topic as my WordPress app somehow lost the whole 791 words I had typed. It malfunctions sometimes. The past week, it has done it repeatedly. I’m going to visit with a professional about it soon. My I/T Department will be in town next week. We’ll talk geek with each other and enjoy it. A relative of the Babe’s needs to come for training at the Home Office of her new employer, and her husband is coming along, too. It’ll be fun to see them after hours.

I think we were at #938 followers yesterday. Hoping for more each day. Won’t you follow my blog? You’ll be notified each time a new one is posted. You’ll also receive updates of any news outside of the daily writing. Help a girl out, please!

One thing I noticed today:

When you’re living in the 70s (again), they ask you all sorts of extra questions. Some are MRI specific, some aren’t. Hip replacement? Knee replacement? Hearing aids? Dentures? They don’t care about my bionic ankle (it’s titanium). Pacemaker? At first, I felt old. Upon telling them “No” to everything, I felt in pretty good shape. I’m blessed in many ways.

It’s time to go on to other things. Gosh, I wish my first blog wasn’t lost. It was pretty good, if I must say so myself. Hope you have a lovely day, and that we see each other tomorrow. Take care out there!

Wednesday’s Words of Wisdom (?)

Happy Wednesday! I just saw a meme that read:

Make today so fantastic that yesterday gets jealous!”

So, at first read, I didn’t care for it because of the word jealous. Jealousy is the cause of a lot of bad things; mistrust, unhealthy competition, rage, relationships ending, and lots of other bad stuff. As young Catholics, we were taught jealousy is sinful. In a lot of ways, I believe jealousy is unnecessary among well-adjusted adults. Key words: well-adjusted.

In relationships if someone goes to great lengths to make their partner jealous, the whole thing is doomed. Games should not be played there at all. Period. A well-adjusted adult is secure in their knowledge of what they have to offer. Ideally, trust should be paramount in any relationship. Yes, many of us have trust issues. I did, until I met the Babe. He’s pretty much up front about everything. No worries. He has female friends; I have male friends. Not even a second thought about anything inappropriate. We’re lucky to have that with each other. Nothing makes a person feel more confident than absolute trust being placed in your hands by the one you love.

Mom and I went to a luncheon today, and new/old/schoolmate Steve Paschang was present again. It’s weird talking to someone who was in a class two years ahead of you in high school. Once you graduate high school, go through life, and make your place in the world, it’s amazing how we all blend together. It’s funny now we all realize those things we valued as children are not that important. As you get older, nationalities, races, educational levels, all fade. We’re all more the same than we are different. Nothing to disagree about if your take politics out of the equation, which I insist on here and on my FB things. We just don’t need the hassle.

It’s been another different kind of day, didn’t get much done, there is still tomorrow. Oh, I heard back from the DeGroot group; I did not advance for consideration for a grant for writing. It’s ok, though. I entered, did it a little scared, and didn’t make it. No lives lost. I feel by just entering I won. I could never have done this 50 years ago.

Life is a series of steps from one stage to another; many are similar at the stages, many are not. The trick is to keep moving. I’m moving right now out to the couch and pick up my crocheting. And fight the urge for a nap. It’s a comfortable life, this retired life is. I hope you enjoy yours as I do. Let’s see each other again tomorrow.

Reminiscing. Class of 1970.

For the first time today, I went to the First Friday of the Month Luncheon for my graduating class. There were enough to fill one long table @ Sortino’s Pizzaria. Pizza pleases everyone, so why not? It was great fun to sit and listen to people I knew from school all those years ago.

And, since I was introverted, I felt some of that today. It’s hard for me to talk about what I’ve done with my life. Thanks to be homie Gwen for mentioning I’m a writer. The thing of it is, though, I want to continue getting to know these people, who all took time out of their lives to gather and remember. The end of the month, we have a guided tour of the new public school built on the property our school occupied. It should be a good time, then food and beverages later, with everyone who wants to attend. I do want to see the school, it’s an opportunity to see what goes on now in a school. Looking forward to it.

Relationship building is important to me. It’s even more important at this part of life; our seventh decade on this planet, still learning how to maneuver through this crazy thing called life. Whatever you choose to put in front of you as the driving force for your existence, select and do it. Volunteering for a reputable organization is important to the Babe and me. The VFW Post 2503, one who has survived the closures so far, is the main one. Through work there, we met the folks at Guitars for Vets, Moving Veterans Forward, and 50 Mile March. A group of top notch people, who are committed to bettering the lives of our brave veterans who are suffering from homelessness and/or PTSD. Help is there, and we feel committed to promote it.

I’ve resumed Hello Fresh meals this week. We took a little time off from their delivery to use up the Omaha Steaks package of meat we won at a raffle. It was a little weird to cook with our own ingredients again, but I could get used to it. There is something about not having to walk the aisles in the store that I’m happy to give up, the loading the car, unloading the car, putting everything way. I’d be exhausted after each trip to the store. I can use the extra couple hours a week to write, or read about writing. It’s turned into my “life.”

So the kid’s book is out for review by a couple people, and I’ve gotten some pretty good feedback so far. It’s coming along. This weekend will be for working on my crochet project for me (part 2 arrived this week, so I need to get moving); normal blogging and stuff; and putting more things from my old sewing machine cabinet away in their new places. More nostalgia to come.

Visit with old friends and make new ones. Whatever separated us in high school is over long ago. We forge ahead in this life, learning, improving, and loving more as we go along. Remember that as you go about your weekend. Take care of you, too. And we’ll see each other tomorrow.

July 3, 2022. Sunday.

Last night was pretty loud with fireworks. I imagine they will get worse before they get better. Please, consider your neighbors who may be Veterans with PTSD. The memories they have can be triggered by loud noises. Artillery shells are loud, sudden noises. Pets also have a terrible time, so be considerate of both.

We are nearing 1,000 blogs published; help a girl out by following my blog. It can be on WordPress or through Twitter, or Instagram posts of the blog. I’d love to make 1,000 followers! We have lots of excitement happening in July, and none of it includes loud noises! It will more likely include a celebratory cupcake or two and ice cream. Everyone loves ice cream.

I’m getting some Post things taken care of this morning, later today will be the monthly task of updating all the social media, website, calendars, events, etc. It’s a task I’m turning over sometime in the near future, I hope. I’m managing too many things, I have to let go of several to make room for my stuff; books, etc.

I’m getting pretty good at doing some reading every day. I’m nearly finished with half of Where the Crawdads Sing. It gets better the more I read. I recommend it. And I’m doing this, too:

Today’s task: Get the blue v’s in there. Wish me luck!

This center medallion with end up being an afghan for myself. I’ve made probably 50 over my lifetime, but never one for me or my home. Kids, nieces & nephews, and brothers, but never for me. It’s symbolic in a way. As I need to free my time from other responsibilities, and stop checking that darned phone. Crocheting helps me stop doing the phone check. Sometimes, I try to check the spelling of a word while writing, then I fall down the rabbit hole of FB, etc. We all do it. Now to unlearn it!

As I think of years’ past of the Fourth of July holidays, some were spent with relatives, some not. As a younger kids, if Dad had the day off, I think we were at his brother’s home for a picnic. I remember the watermelon, and one aunt ate the white part of the rind. Anyone else do that? I never heard of it before. And when in high school, we would go to Mom’s sister’s home for a picnic and the first time I ever experienced people doing their own “big” fireworks. It was fun.

After I was married and had kids, we’d go to the local AAA ball team’s 4th of July celebration and fireworks display. I always held the baby, Becky, because she didn’t like the noise, and was sleepy. She’d cry, poor thing! We sat so close, the ashes rained down on us when they fell from the sky. They probably don’t allow that anymore.

And now, I just like for the dogs to be ok. The Babe and I have steak to grill today, and hunker in for another evening of noise. Glad it’ll be over soon. I’m going now to sit and read while the Babe watches this week’s NASCAR race. We’re good just sitting in the same room quietly. Enjoy whatever you do, noisy or quiet, with your relatives or at home, and remember how lucky we are to live here, in the land of the free, because of the brave. See you tomorrow, thanks for reading!

Faults v. Virtues

When you think of yourself, what comes to mind first?

“I could lose 30 pounds.”

“I can’t carry a tune in a bucket.”

“I’m a terrible Mom.”

As a child, we’re often taught not to talk about our abilities. “Don’t be conceited,” they tell us. “It’s not polite.” Especially for a girl. I remember reading in a Catholic Girl (was that the title? don’t remember for sure) Magazine, it was stressing the duty of the girl to remain “pure” in mind, body, and heart. Part of the duty was to praise the boyfriend, and be his lovely assistant in everything, to know their place. We didn’t hear “Good Job!” every time we did something. Some of us were told a “B” wasn’t good enough, it should have been an “A”.

Wow, that was the late 50s and early 60s for you. No more. We weren’t supposed to be smarter than the boys, or stronger, or better at doing anything. Wow. There are many very intelligent women, strong women, who are the best at what they do. How sad we were instructed to dumb ourselves down. How can we live fully is we pretend to be less than what we actually are?

I, for one, hadn’t a clue what I was going to do with the rest of my life after the kids grew up. I didn’t want to hover over them, after all, you have them to send them out into the world. I loved my kids to pieces, and knew I was happiest with them. I couldn’t keep having kids because I didn’t have a life plan.

Making the decision to go to community college was the best thing I ever did. Having a lot of interests made it a little harder to decide what to do. I decided on Medical Secretary. I earned a certificate, but found a job at ConAgra. Lots of on the job training by observing a huge business working. It was amazing.

I took many business classes and was finally offered a programmer trainee position if I completed a certification program for a year. I would have been crazy not to do it. It launched me way further than I could have imagined.

By learning I had value, talents, abilities, I experienced a lot of growth as a person and in my career. I finally knew I did a good job. While I think kids may not need constant praise, I believe some is needed. Too many wounded adults are walking the earth. Many others don’t realize they are. We need to learn to accept our virtues and talents. Otherwise we can be overwhelmed by our faults. Those two sentences from Robert G. Coleman leapt of the page at me this morning. So many of us spend time tabulating our faults. We need to tally our virtues. Take some time doing that today. Do it every day. Be fair. You will discover your worth.

Self deprecation can be funny, we need to laugh at ourselves. Taken too far, it’s not good. It’s only recognizing part of ourselves. We need to recognize all that we are in order to become all we can. Don’t let your faults define you and your legacy. Start today. Appreciate yourself. And make it a habit.

Have a beautiful day. It’s lovely outside in the shade. Going to check the plants now. Be safe. See you tomorrow.

Agreements and Baseball.

No, I’m not talking about those highly inflated contracts in MLB. I’m talking about applying Don Miguel Ruiz’s The Four Agreements to the game of baseball, down to the lowest level of T-Ball. It’s tournament time in our select baseball world and the team had a pulverizing loss yesterday. Three innings. The opposing team was exceptionally good for being in the 9U (Nine & up) category. Many were star players on their own. They stole every base they could, running up the score. Nothing makes a first year playing together team lose their will to live than running up the score on them when they’re struggling.

The only talk there was among them was how good the other team was. They were good, and mentally, our boys were defeated before the first pitch went out. I just want to share this as the coaches do every game, but with different words.

Tell yourself the truth about you. You are a good player and not doing anything wrong. Sometimes, others teams will beat us. You are not at fault. They’re just better. Let’s work harder so we’re better.

Don’t Take Anything Personally. It’s not your fault. All of us make mistakes. That’s how we learn. Let’s work to learn more.

Don’t Make Assumptions. Just because they’re a top ranked team doesn’t mean we’re going to lose. We need to work together and be our best today.

Always Do Your Best. Put your game face on every game. Keep your heads up. Be confident. Don’t give up until the game’s over. There’s always a chance if you all do your best. Keep your heads and shoulder up. That’s a winner’s posture.

Play Ball!

All of this takes practice, both for body and mind. It’s nothing that happens overnight. And it’s not for just 9U Select Baseball teams. It’s for all of us. For life. Share as you see fit.

How I wish I could have been stronger willed as a kid. The bullies would not have stood a chance. During my entire 7th grade, no one would speak to me. A nun confronted me about the older girls in choir. She wasn’t there one day and the 8th graders (I was in 6th) were talking. Monsignor Aughney told her about it, she picked me to ask if they were talking.

At that time in my life, I would have confessed to kidnapping the Lindbergh baby when confronted by an adult in power. I wasn’t going to lie to a nun, not with the threat of sin held over my head. I violated the kid code, I ratted them out. When we returned to school, there was a lot of giggling at me, making fun of me. One day, I remember specifically, a boy who later became friends with me in high school, walked after me while barking like a dog. Let’s just say, it was not a compliment.

My face burned. The tears blurred my eyes. I kept walking. He finally quit. I kept walking, all the way home. No wonder I used to stop at the cookie jar upon arriving at home. Sugar was the thing that made me feel better. Well, sugar and listening to music. I’d hide in my room, playing music, (not while doing homework), eat Mom’s Toll House Cookies like my life depended on it, and feel better. 7th grade was pure torture. But I lived. Deeply wounded, but I lived.

Magically, I kept being myself. When 8th grade came around, the classmates all forgot about the narc among them. They all told me, “You’ve changed.” No, I hadn’t. They had. My self talk wasn’t good back then. Fat, ugly, dumb, can’t draw, you name it, I hated it about myself. Teach your kids to be kind and gentle to themselves.

This doesn’t mean sinful pride and boasting. Be yourself. Keep it in you. It works better. You get it. We’ve a few things to do before the noon and the 2 p.m. game. Hydrating is one of them! You do the same if you’re in Nebraska, it’s sweltering already. But there’s nowhere I’d rather be than watching kids play baseball. I love them all! Have a great day, and see you tomorrow! GO STORM CHASERS!