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.

A few good omens.

So my dentist told me a couple of years ago that I should be changing my toothbrush every month. So I grab my new April tooth brush and it's blue. Blue was my Dad's favorite color. I also saw this old blue truck while I was out for my walk on Monday. Dad always drove a pick up, not always blue, but always a pick up. Also the BOYS in BLUE beat the World Champion San Francisco Giants 2-1 Thursday night. So I think things are moving in the right direction.