I’ve only been to Phillies opening day once. It was back in the wild and woolly days of Vet Stadium and the “highlight” was Mom and I fleeing our section as people threw full cups of beer over our heads at people in the rows in front of us.
I already have tickets bought to one game this season, and I’m looking to go to at least 2 more.
WM says this song always puts him in the “Spring” frame of mind, and I agree 100%.
Sunday: Dinner with one of my oldest friends from Middle School. No matter how many years go by, we always pick right up like there was never an interruption.
Monday: I applied to give a talk to a tiny conference I attend each December. I gave one in 2017 with a coworker. This time it’ll be me, on my own. When the call for applications came out, I wasn’t going to do it, but that (now-former) coworker poked me that I should. And then an outline slowly gained shape in my head….
I feel like Holmes is garnering a LOT of hate because she broke the grifting glass ceiling for women, but I promise I dislike her only as much as I’d dislike a dude who did the same thing.
…and I applied. I’ll find out in April or May, I think.
Tuesday: Ollie scampered down the hall, taking us all by surprise because he’s a pretty slow, laid back old man these days. But he was happy and felt good.
Wednesday: IT’S SPRING, BABYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I’d like to believe I had a better attitude about winter this year.
Thursday: I am grateful that my dentist isn’t charging me for treating the infection that manifested itself in my gum right next to my dental implant.
Friday: The end of the week. TNP has an annual conference, and the 3 weeks preceding that conference are pretty high-tension. The conference starts Sunday and after everyone returns our work cycle relaxes through summer.
Saturday: We had a great 3-mile walk. I finished The Secret Life of Violet Grant.