There is frost on the grass outside my front door. So what is this summer talk? The news last evening said Ken Griffey Jr has finally decided to spend next season with the Seattle Mariners. I heard a Seattle fan say: I will go to all the home games if Junior decides to come back to Seattle. I feel the same way. I can't go to the games, but I promise to watch all the games on TV or if that is impossible at some time, I'll listen to the game on radio. I know Ken is nearly fourty, and he is prone to injuries, but I feel he is ours. He left because he wanted to be closer to family, which makes him more loveable, but he is older now and maybe it will be easier for him. If it is his wife and children who would rather be nearer family, what can we do to help them? I will volunteer to act as a grandmother for his children, but I realise that what with the Hood Canal Bridge being closed for six months, we would have to meet in Port Townsend to do our grandparenting.
I could not sleep last night thinking about the joy the baseball season will give Seattle this year. Junior is not the only one to raise our spirits. We have many to be grateful for. And I am curious about our new manager, Don Wakamatsu, and am eager to hear some of his post game talks with the press. Hope they will be rivetting. He is a handsome dude, but we have had handsome before and it does not help the post game programs.
I saw the last of my post birthday mds yesterday afternoon and since we had not seen each other for a couple of years we had some catching up to do. I told her that I am now a bread winner. She was happy for me and hoped I was making huge amounts of money. I aid No. I am just making enough to buy bread. And then I told her about my blog and about the advertising and that my family has grown by hundreds and how much fun it is reading your comments. She said" You have made my day. I am no longer afraid to grow old.
And then the good news about Junior. My cup runneth over.