Wish Me Luck

Last week, I had the opportunity to practice with a local church softball team. As the manager introduced me, I realized that I am old! He asked what number I wanted on the back of my shirt and after looking around, the only number I could think of was my age! These "girls" were all young enough to be my daughter and had played some serious competitive softball from high school through college. Wish me luck...

Last week, our co-ed team practiced. Guys filled with testoserone and girls who just want to have some fun. Heck, last year a guy on the opposite team was a bit dramatic with his slide into home plate and broke his leg. They slide, jump and give it all they have to make a play. It's a fine way to spend a Friday night. Wish me luck...

This week, began with a practice for the 55+ men's team. I'm not sure some of the fellas are sold on the idea of a woman playing on THEIR team, but I was recruited. For the most part, I felt welcome, having played pick-up ball with the fellas last fall for fun. Now, it is different, since I was recruited. Wish me luck...

For years my search for over 50 softball was unsuccessful, go figure. :-) Thank goodness my husband likes softball...he's a world class spectator. Wish me luck...

Next Saturday, it's the 50+ ladies team. I love this, since I finally have the opportunity to play 3rd base!!!! Woohoo...I get to take a spot on the field and not be Ms. Utility! I can't wait. Speaking of weight...OMG I hope this will help me with some weight loss. Wish me luck...

Bob Awakens

Finally, Bob has decided to come out on a regular basis. He has been coming out periodically for a couple of weeks, but we didn't get the chance to see him. This is a part of his hibernation ritual. This is Bob's 4th winter and each year his behavior is slightly different.

This video is my first contact with Bob this year. He was certainly excited and played as though he did miss me this winter. He likes to nibble on my hands and he will put my fingers in his mouth and try to pull me to the burrow. Last season, we started a little game where he will roll over on his back like a wrestler...what a character.

I thank God every year in the spring that he has made another year and will give us so much enjoyment. Phil has nothing on BOB !

Easter Bunny Captured

Today, the Easter Bunny was captured outside the horse barn at Cobblestone Farm. Mistaken for a wayward woodchuck, the bunny trespassed into one of the tunnels already the private property of unnamed whistlepigs.

Lured by an apple, the Easter Bunny's attorney, maintains this was entrapment and those officials responsible should be charged, rather than his client. At this time, the bunny was released on his own recognisance.

Batteries for Bikes

The weather is beautiful, just the kind of day you want to hop on the bike and go for a spin. Motorcycles were everywhere! I went to the barn hoping to just take a quick trip to town on one of the bikes and not one would start. What a disappointment, since each bike had a battery tender attached to it, but these batteries were old.

So, off I went to Ray C's and bought three new batteries! Yikes, these things ought to install themselves. Some gal needs to invent a "tool" that enables easy removal of the battery from its cramped quarters. The darn thing is just heavy enough that with the arthritis in my thumbs, it's a tough cookie to lift it up and out. This might be a future project.

Apple Pi

Apple Pi Sir Joshua is almost 25 years old now and I thought it fitting for a tribute. Not wanting a memorial, Joshua became a portrait "in the flesh", so to speak while he is still around to see it.

The new tattoo is on my lower right leg, so not to be conspicuous. The artist, Matt Hockaday, is truly a very gifted young man. He painted Medusa in the image of his girlfriend, his daughter riding a rocking horse with wings and has a picture on President George Washington on his wall. His creativity is amazing.

It took over four hours to create Joshua in ink. (Ouch) For the first time in my life, I was happy to have "thunder legs" enabling proper display of this rather large portrait. Just don't tell my Mother!