Lazy Sundays

Spring is here in Los Angeles, to me Spring = Dodger Baseball. I have so many good memories of listening to the ball game on Sunday afternoons with my Dad. We listened to most games, but Sundays were special, when I was young Dad worked 6 days a week, but took Sundays off, so it was nice to see him relax, which he usually did with his mid afternoon nap. He never admitted that it was a nap, he would say that he was just listening with his eyes closed. Dad's been gone for awhile now and I miss him every day. Some days are easier than others. For the last month things have been a little rough for me, I got myself into a funk and just couldn't shake the funk. About a week ago, I stumbled across another blog and the story I read there touched me deep in my heart and made it possible for me to start climbing out of the hole I dug for myself so I just want to thank you to Joe Konrath and Kiana Davenport for making a difference in my life.