And like that, he’s 9.


Latte, awake.  Not thinking about yesterday or day before.  

Cure is comedy, the humanness is in the humor.  Part of me laughs at me, while the other half…. Who cares what the other half does.  Following the humor.

Jackie and I headed to a sporting goods store close by to get him a new bat, some batting gloves, and some batting gloves for me then to the batting cages in Rohnert Park.  Pretty sure they’re open.  I mean, they ARE outside.

Go upstairs to see Handsome/Henry.  Soon he’ll be 9, and I’ll be even older.  Wonder if I’ll have anything old people have, like a grapefruit penchant, or a reclining chair, or several short-sleeve collared shirts with checker patterns….