I can only imagine the chagrin that comes from the steadfast Google-searcher who, after typing in "Little League Coach pitch tournaments Hawaii 2008" stumbles on this mess. After comparing the current state of Deal or No Deal to coach-pitch baseball, who knows what kind of odd searches could uncover my little rant. I have no idea whether the searcher read through the essay long enough to realize that it would be two minutes of his life he would never get back or whether he found enough to make him a "returning visitor". I'd prefer a comment: Screw you pal. You didn't say anything about the Little League, now I have to do another search. I'll assume he's pissed. My work here is done.Why isn't my Blogger spell check working?
In my sadder contemplative moments I realize how much I'm going to miss my cat when he eventually meets his kitty maker. I try not to think about it much, but since he's been extra-chummy lately I have little choice. It's as though he realizes his time is coming and he wants to make the most of our time. I'm probably reading too much into it, but I was born with keen analytical skills and a sense of impending doom. That's not a good combination. It's a foregone conclusion, though, since no one lives forever, much as we would like them to.
I don't leave myself to those kinds of thoughts often, but since he just turned 17, it's kind of hard to ignore. Plus, he seems to be enjoying my new mattress as much as I, and I can't help but notice that he spends more time cuddled up next to me in bed than he used to. Of course, I'd prefer a less furry two-legged female companion, but desparate times call for ... a warm cat, and we take what we can get.
Don't miss the last total lunar eclipse in the Western Hemisphere until 2010. You'll never forgive yourself. There's the sky chart for the Eastern time zone. If you're lucky enough to live elsewhere, check the NASA web site and load up your lucky time zone. Lucky for you if it's in Arizona, Southern California or Hawaii and luckier still if your skies are clear.
I can't remember the last time my skies were clear.
