Commander on the loose

This is difficult to believe and will take some time getting used to, but David has finally retired from the Navy after 36 years. He joined in September 1968, the year of Flower Power and the French student riots. It was also the only year in the 20th Century that a British serviceman wasn’t killed in action.

What’s next? Well, he’s looking for a job. All offers considered.

Good luck, big brother, and CONGRATULATIONS!

Wild Card Race

Since I last posted Astros news they have been on a tear. Everyone (except for me, of course) had given up on them. However, being the great team they are they managed to get their act together and have won so many games that they are in the Wild Card race. Simply, Habershons, there are three geographical divisions in the National League. The winner of each division goes to the playoffs plus the team with the best record. St. Louis has walked away with our division (Central) so our hope is to be that fourth team. In a nutshell, the Astros need to win and the Giants and Cubs need to lose.

Anyway, John and I will shortly be off to the ballpark to watch Roger Clemens destroy the Brewers. And I mean “destroy”. I hope it will be quick and decisive so that we don’t have a late night. There’s a long week ahead.


Louisville, Part IV

Louisville, Part I
Louisville, Part II
Louisville, Part III

By the time we finished lunch and finished talking and finished talking and finished our Graeter’s Ice Cream at a stop in New Albany and had gone to bruno’s apartment to drop off our stuff and Crazy Joe’s car and had been introduced to bruno’s cats (Pip and Kami), time was running out. We just made it to the Louisville Slugger Museum in time for the last tour of the factory. As you will note from the picture, the largest bat in the world (120 feet) stands outside. Much too long for bruno’s camera. The factory tour was fascinating. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough time to see everything, so I’ll have to return one day.

The ballgame was due to start at 7 p.m. and there was certainly no time for a tour of the Kentucky Derby Museum. However, being a perfect host, bruno drove us up to the race course to take a quick look so I can say I’ve seen it. Didn’t see any horses so there’s another reason to return one day.

Stay tuned for Louisville, Part V.

Bikram Challenge

Bikram says: “Come to class every day for the next 60 days and I will give you a new body, a new life.”

I’ve attempted this 60-day challenge several times but kept getting thwarted by things such as hangovers, food poisoning, oversleeping, and out-of-town trips. But now I’m on Day 31 and going strong. It has rather taken over my life, though. I get up at 5 a.m., leave home at 5:30, get home at 8:00. Then I have to shower, wash three towels and my yoga gear, and go to work. When I get home from work I have to dry the towels, fold them, and put them in the car ready for the next day. Then it’s time for bed.

Sixty days really isn’t a big deal when I think of Nick and Clare doing that paper round at 4 a.m. seven days a week for . . . what was it? Ten years?

John wants to know if he can come with me on Day 60 and pick out the new body. Smart alec.

New dentist

I’ve almost fired my dentist (Dr. G) of ten years. Tooth #19 (yes, the $2,000 one that’s supposed to be dead as a doornail) still flares up on occasion, and I’m just not comfortable with Dr. G., his associate, his hygienist, or his front desk staff.

A friend of a friend recommended Dr. T. I have an appointment for Thursday the 23rd. Now all I have to do is cancel my Tuesday morning appointment (with Dr. G) for a crown on Tooth #29, which is fractured in three places but not hurting.

This is a little like getting a divorce. Anyone like to volunteer to make that call?