Bringing the Heat – Sept. 2, 2021

An Impressive K

Boy the Younger got shelled on the pitcher’s mound last night. As a former pitcher myself, I know these things sometime happen. No one squared up on any pitch he threw. They just hit it where his guys weren’t. And this should happen to him. He’s playing up an age group and is the youngest and smallest kid on the team. He weighs maybe all of 80 pounds. He faced a kid who, when he squared off against a different pitcher the first time up, took a ball low and out over the plate about 20 feet beyond a rapidly retreating centerfielder. Whereas my kid looks like, well, a kid, this boy was a manchild, and frankly, I loved him because he wore #42 (Jackie Robinson) and had the old striped stirrup socks on. BTY came inside, inside, inside, and you could tell the kid was uncomfortable. He fouled off a few, ducked a few. And then BTY hit the outside corner of the plate with a fastball for strike three. Good job, kid.


Air Conditioning Woes

Our air conditioning is out. It’s been out since Tuesday evening. I worked from home today waiting for the repairman to return following a visit yesterday in which he diagnosed a busted motherboard or mothership or whatever. Fine. Dude arrives. Nice guy. Does his thing. Flips the breaker back on. No dice. The thing’s getting only 60 volts and needs and needs 240. He recommended calling an electrician. Sigh. I did. He’s coming tomorrow morning. Wifey-Poo has homeschool co-op classes she teaches and BTY has others that he attends. Another WFH day in the basement (where it’s significantly cooler) for me!


The ‘Don’t Blame Me, I Didn’t Say It’ of the Day

‘I guess I’m a little weird. I like to talk to trees and animals. That’s OK though; I have more fun than most people.’

Bob Ross

I love this man. I think that if he hadn’t died, the world would be a little bit better place today.


Miscommunications

Wifey-Poo and I had a talk this morning about miscommunications and why they occur. I suddenly remembered my first journalism class at Drake University (Go Bulldogs!) in 1992. The professor broke down communication simply. There’s a sender and there’s a receiver. The sender sends a message. The receiver awaits the message. But in that gap in between is an untold number of factors that can make the message that’s delivered not the one that was sent — or at least the one that was intended to be sent. Body language. Facial expression. Tone of voice. What the sender ate that day. What the receiver ate that day. Background noise. A hot girl walking by. Childhood traumas. And on and on and on. All of these things lead the original message to ping pong around, and what often happens is that what arrives is a broken-down, washed-up, extremely damaged version of what was sent.

This, my single friends, is marriage.

Love you, Wifey-Poo!!!!!


Today’s Reasons to Keep Living

  1. That “working from home” has become an acceptable (and sometimes more productive) practice.
  2. High-backed leather executive chairs.
  3. When a meal you’re cooking turns out good.

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