It Becomes Real Clear

It becomes real clear for me when it involves our grandsons.

If possible, I drop everything and go.

I go because being with them and watching them play

baseball is one of life’s greatest pleasures.

It means that when the oldest (above ) who is playing in a four day tournament

goes out on the mound to pitch- I want to capture every single moment.

It means when the youngest leans up against me and says,

“Madu, can I buy a water?”, I would willingly buy him three.

There are things on hold at home.

No doubt my zinnias and tomatoes are suffering.

I have another teacher training to conduct this month in Laredo.

My father’s business affairs are ongoing.

The garage needs organizing.

And then of course there is blogging- which my heart wants to do in a way

that is appealing to whomever stops by to visit.

Instead dear friends,

I am going to watch baseball.

I know you would do exactly the same thing.

Have a wonderful weekend!