Falling asleep in the chair

I missed most of the Cubs / Cardinals game last night. I fell asleep with a full tummy in my big chair. My family ignores me when I do this. I woke up about 2 a.m. and went to bed, doffing my sweaty shirt. My son mentioned that he came downstairs about 11:30 and messed with me for a while but I didn't wake up. God only knows what he did. How far we fall when we become a hapless target for our offspring. Thank goodness I'm mostly nice to him. I shudder to think of what his revenge might be.


Here's a close up picture I like. I took it when I was awake and had some dignity. Or, at least, I was awake.

My vacation coincides with the release of the last Harry Potter book. My daughter has been monoplizing it, but I still get my hours in. Having time to read in the afternoon is a luxury.


Robyn, whose back has mostly healed, would like to organize this week for me. I'm steadfastly resisting. We are going to the Johnson County Fair today, but I refuse to be organized about it. She and I are moving in different energy systems. She is finally able to be active and I am finally able to hold still. I am the immobile entity tending toward immobility, she is the moving object tending to remain in motion. Two shits passing in the night.

If you happen to be falling asleep in your family room, and you see this person looking at you planfully as you drift off . . . BE VERY AFRAID.

Quality control

One never knows when to press the "save" button. I need spell check to follow me around. I'm supposed to be writing bills.


I used to be much more uptight about money. I worried and ranted and raved and got the damned things written ON TIME. Now I worry a good deal less, but am not so good at meeting their deadlines. Anxiety promotes organization. Lack of anxiety promotes poor spelling on blogs, more hammock time, late payment fees.


The police were called to Walker's baseball game. Two coaches were thrown out for complaining about bad officiating. The second coach bumped the official. The opposing team called the police. In the end, Walker's team won, the coach apologized, everyone went home, and the CRPD Canine Patrol did not have to unleash it's dog.

Walker had two hits and scored twice. This is cool because until recently he has been snake-bit at bat.


Unfortunately this game will not be remembered for my son breaking out of his slump. The official clearly was inept. He was young and lacked confidence and appeared to be unclear about the rules. This game is about boys, though. It was disapointing to be associated with such mid-life drama.
I'm still celebrating stationary objects with my camera. It makes it easier, while I'm trying to learn what all the buttons do.

I'm going to try to get through the day without getting into an argument, getting the cops called, or making a late payment.