I won't be called names and I won't be laid a hand on.
I don't do this to others and I expect the same from them
John T Books
Click images for desktop size: "Gotham" by Digital Blasphemy I got work today but it was terrible, unloading trucks of dirty documents from semi trailers. The guys I worked with were taciturn and I had no music so the day went slowly.But work is work and tomorrow I'll probably be glad to do it all over again.
What pleased me was that Ethel, my dog, did well being baby sat. She's with LOL and Fat Yellow Dog tomorrow and I'll have less to worry over.
Ethel seems to be doing fine. When we're together she is walking around more. She still does this odd thing. SHe brings her toys to me and lays them at my feet, then she picks them up and returns them to her bed. I'm sure it means something to her but I'm baffled. She is laughing so it might be some doggish practical joke on me! I say this as, without my iRiver I discover I sort of hum to myself and I noticed that my little dog is mocking me and growling along!
We had a baseball practice tonight. The whole team tried to warm up with me, so I had to cut it way short. 10 minutes of warm up was about all they could take.
The team is stoked about playing the League Champs on Saturday, they think we have a chance to win. This surprised me as I go into every game expecting to win. That means we win more than a few that people gave us no chance for.
Practice was still a joke but it was practice.
I took my 20 BP's and I'm seeing the ball well. On the mound I think I can have condifence in all my pitches. That makes it sound like I have more than 5 . . .
Ethel seems to enjoy practice nearly as much as games. She got out of her bed and sprawled in the grass. This panicked me as I was afraid she was going to try and scratch her wounds, but she only was cooling her belly.
All the guys asked if she was coming to the game Saturday. I was surprised that they asked. Nearly as surprised that they'd think I'd lose a game in front of my little dog.