When I was growing up (and grown), my dad always gave me a daffodil on my birthday. Didn’t matter where I was. Didn’t matter how old or married I got, every birthday like clockwork. See, I love daffodils. Always have. I’ve planted bulbs at every house where I’ve ever lived, even if I wasn’t going to be there long enough to see them bloom in the spring. I lost Dad in 1995, right before New Year’s. Two months later, on my birthday, a daffodil bloomed in my yard. And I’ve had a least one (and usually more) blooming on my birthday every year since. This year, I had only one. *points to photo* That one. If I get up from my desk and look out my office window, I can see it. It’s a reminder of spring, of my birth, and of the man who wasn’t my father by blood but was by heart.
Moving on. That’s what time does. I’m another year and one day older than dirt. Yippee. Beats the alternative. There was a week and a weekend. I did some stuff. Didn’t do other stuff. Here’s a brief rundown.
New words. I got some writing done. Not enough but some. I’m going to get this puppy done. Soon. Reading/listening is a bit of a broken record. Still doing the re-listen of the Kate Daniels series. Still a favorite. I should be getting the new Nalini Singh mystery/romantic suspense(?) from the library soon. I’m #2 on the hold list.
Spring training baseball was played. I get angry at MLB network because they’ve decided that us peons down here in Okie-land should be blacked out whenever they air a St. Louis Cardinals’ game. Because we’re in their market. Or some such BS like that. It’s freaking SPRING TRAINING?!?!?! Not like everyone IN MARKET (more on that in a moment) is snowbirding down to Florida to see the games. And see, what in the ever-loving heckin’ frack are we even IN the St. Louis market? Those idiots in the MLB should make that drive because hey, it’s just a hop, skip, and a jump (of EIGHT FRICKING HOURS!!!!!) so of course, all us fans down here at the other end of I-44 are going to spend all our time driving back and forth to regular season games. Why yes, this subject turns me into Ranty McPants every year. Hell, our AAA team is in the LA Dodgers farm system so that automatically makes us part of the St. Louis market. Grrrr. Thank goodness of Fox Sports. THEY get it!
Where was I? Oh, yes, updates. Dionne Warwick. I had her partially right. She was the one unmased on THE MASKED SINGER last week. I kept flip-flopping between her and Tina Turner. Her voice screamed Dionne, but the clue package fit Tina better. Amazing talent on that show and so much fun trying to figure out who they are. Y’all already know about my all-things-LivePD obsession so ’nuff said ’bout that.
What else? Oh! Stormy sang at church yesterday. The whole school had a part in the service. It was sweet. And he picked out a Crayola box of 50 colored pencils for me for my birthday! Only and Baseball Boy got me a new mousepad. It is made of awesome because it says, “Never mistake my silence for weakness. No one plans a MURDER out loud.” 🤣 Speaking of, (birthdays, not murder) LG put up the new fan in my office. The old fan worked. Sort of. The fan did. The light didn’t. It’s DARK in my office and crossing the room to get to my desk deserves hazardous duty pay. At some point in the last year, we found a really cool fan on sale for cheap at Home Depot. Yeah, I flip the switch and announce, “Let there be light!” and grin. I have light! It’s the little things, people.
I’m sure there’s other stuff but it’s probably boring because I can’t remember. How’s your life going?