prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (91) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

A sunny Sunday morning, a softball game, and cat food.

In a weekend tournament the Techsters had a Sunday morning game with Lamar. I sat in the sunshine next to a fence about 30 feet from first base. I had a good view of the plate and the whole field. And of course a good view of first base.

The game was at 10 am. I was looking forward to a gourmet lunch of John's crawfish. The crawfish feast was in conjunction with a 12th birthday party for my great grand son Ross. I had skipped breakfast so that I could enjoy the party. But after several innings I was famished and my stomach wanted food. I searched the car for a granola bar. No luck! Then I saw a fresh bag of cat food.  Yes I ate some of Patches food. Not bad and the pain went away in my stomach. 

We won in the bottom of the last inning. It was an exciting game and a beautiful warm morning. Incidentally the birthday party for Ross was wonderful.

This beautiful morning game in the sun made up for the cold game reported in my previous post.

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