The Queen

The Holiday Website tells me it is both Chocolate Day and Strawberry Sundae Day.  (day day day deedle dee dee).   Celebrating one or the other should suffice but if you feel compelled to celebrate both of them today then by all means indulge.    And the website reminds me that chocolate is a vegetable, or made from a vegetable.  I think some nutritionists from the Reagan era are contributing to the website. 

Last night J-dude had a baseball game.  It was so durned hot and sticky the only place to sit was in the shade.  The only thing about the shade at Oakdale's field is...the weeds and the bugs.  Yowza.  Sisi and I lasted 3 and a half innings before we headed for home and air conditioning.  We saw the J-ster pitch 3 good innings, hit a single, steal 2 bases, and score on a close call at home plate requiring some expert sliding.

Ok, I am going to confess something here.  J-dude is probably the best player on his team this year.  He is not the youngest player so that helps.  He's been playing longer than most of the other kids so that helps too.  He loves and studies the game.  But some of it is just his natural-born ability.  The kid could throw a soft ball overhand before he could sit up.  The confession is this...I am discovering that I have some kind of celebrity status as his mother among the parents of the other kids on the team and sometimes from parents on other teams.  They come up to me and say "Are you Jeremiah's mom?"  and then they say "He is a really good player."  And then I smile and say "Yes, I think so too.  Thank you."  And then I sit there kind of like the Queen Mother because of course I just got lucky that way, an accident of birth.

I like being the Queen Mother of little league baseball.

I still would like to be Queen Manager of the Cubs, though.  Pretty soon it looks like Mike Quade is going to have a nervous breakdown in the dugout and I might get another shot at the job.