It's My Birthday, and I'll Rain if I Want To

Hello.

Here's a mishmash of stuff.

I wish people would stop asking to borrow a pen and just come out and say, "I wish to have one of your pens. Do you have a pen you will give me to keep forever?"

My son is playing Junior Legion baseball this summer. He made the team, and it wasn't really expected because I found out that they use Junior Legion in this area as a sort of extended baseball season for the high school team.

My son doesn't play on the high school team - he is homeschooled. That's not to say that he can't try out for the high school team; it just hasn't happened.

What is driving me nuts is that my son only played in 2 out of the 7 innings last night. There are about 17 kids on the team, so some will have to rotate in and out. But only 2 innings? That was one at bat and two innings of standing in left field waiting for something to happen.

Of course, the high school team kids get to play much more than that. I wonder if I can complain to the American Legion, which is the founder of Legion baseball. After all, I am a member.

Here's a poem I wrote for today:

Just Another Day

It rained on my birthday,
My fiftieth birthday.

I didn't expect the heavens to open
And angels to descend singing,

"Glory to God in the highest,
And on earth peace,
Good will toward men."

But rain?

Then I remembered
I told my wife
Fifty is no big deal,
Just another day.

Now I have to go cram more stuff into a teeny tiny ad because that's what the manager wants. Can anyone say 6 point type or smaller? Should be illegal. Wait, I think it is.



Happy Birthday to me.