A Monday in June

T-Ball. Everyone should locate someplace where littles are playing T-ball. It’s “swarm ball” at it’s finest, though the coaches and parents are herding cats. When I coached competive travel fastpitch softball, I’d periodically insist my players sit down between tournament games and watch the littles play T-ball. It invariably made them smile, relax, and remember why they started playing ball in the first place. I am happy to related that Stormegeddon hit two of the longest balls in the two games his team played. He also got to play first in the second game. It made a fun day Saturday.

I’m also doing a massive re-listen to Nalini Singh’s Psy-Changeling series in anticipation of her new release, OCEAN LIGHT, which comes out Tuesday. It’s the next book in the continuing spin-off series, Psy-Changeling Trinity. I’m currently on book 7, with…something like 9 more to go so I won’t be jumping on OCEAN as soon as it hits my Audible App. That’s okay. I want to remember all the players, all the plot twists, all the everything leading up to the new addition. Doesn’t matter that I read and listened to this series multiple times. It still keeps my attention.

TV? Yeah…not so much. Though…I am curious about Kevin Costner’s new series, “Yellowstone,” coming to the Paramount channel on June 20.

Not a whole lot else going on so not much to follow-up on from last week. Instead, here are some random thoughts that have bounced around in that vast cosmic void I call my brain.

I was watching the news and flashed on one of my poly-sci classes from college. We spent a great deal of time talking about propaganda and how the media can either be coerced or complicit in promulgating it. I see far more complicity and complacency than my journalism teachings are comfortable with.

Self-driving cars make me nervous as hell. The fact that there’s a generation that won’t be able to manually parallel park sends shudders down my spine.

Adidas thinks she’s supposed to be fed no later than 6 a.m. It doesn’t matter that she take three bites, jumps down, and goes off somewhere to nap after those bites. She will sit next to my face and pat me until I notice her. And she gets upset when I pull the bedspread over my head. She then coerces Cooper into coming in and patting the bed until I acknowledge him. He thumps the mattress hard enough that it moves. I keep reminding myself that I’d be lonely without my furry children.

How does one tell the difference between an alpaca and a llama? Especially at a distance?

I need new glasses. And no, it has nothing to do with my previous question. My prescription has changed hugely, both my far vision and my medium. Surprisingly, my reading vision is better without my glasses, so I’m not sure what’s up there. Maybe in August, depending on my next HQN royalty check. Glasses are not cheap with my weird eyes.

That’s been my weirdness of late. What observations are you making?

About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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2 Responses to A Monday in June

  1. Mornin’ Penny. :hands over a mug of coffee: It’s Monday again.

    Way to go, Stormy! I hadn’t heard about ‘Yellowstone’ yet, but I cringed when you said that. Mainly because I wrote a thriller about Yellowstone I’d still like to publish someday and was afraid they’d be hitting the whole caldera issue. Whew. Missed opportunity on their part, but at least my book’s idea is still fresh. Yep, self-driving cars are a scary thought. No way in hell will I drive one. And now that’s one more thing to worry about out there on the road. Ditto to the needing new glasses thing.

    Observations: Some people are jumping off the high dive into the shallow end of the crazy pool lately. There ain’t no coming back from that.

    I love watching baby squirrels play. When they’re together, it’s so cute, but it’s even better when their playing by themselves. So funny. Eventually they’ll grow up and turn into furry-tailed rats, but for a little bit, they’re kinda awesome.

    That’s all I got. :wanders off in search of more coffee:

    • Silver James says:

      More coffee is always good. Yeah, the TV series would be more fitting to a Harlequin Desire series. 😉

      Amazing how they don’t beak their fool necks.

      The babies all stay hidden. I catch the yearlings. They like to tease the dogs. And the doves. 😆

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