I’m not a huge baseball fan, but our hometown team – KC Royals – is doing well again this year, so this analogy came to me…
That’s pretty much what happened to me over the weekend. The pitch found its mark, I went down, and everything went black for awhile.
To be honest, I’ve been hit by a lot of pitches over the course of my married years. This is the latest in a long string of “bean balls.” The thing that sucks the most is that each one hits harder than the last.
The only thing I can think of to do right now to try and recover is to look for small things to smile about. Thank you, April.
The squirrel on our back porch who stretched himself flat out on the cement and commando crawled (slithered would be a more accurate term) for about ten feet.
Discovering while trying to buy a bottle of wine on a Sunday that the state of Kansas never officially ratified the 21st amendment ending Prohibition. Okay, that’s a wry smile because our state is so incredibly backwards. But a smile nonetheless.
Preschoolers wearing shorts and cowboy boots.
That’s about all I’ve got right now. But I”ll be on the lookout for more smiles today. Self-preservation.