whoa, I forgot my “I might stand here and drink it in the aisle” grocery non=guilty pleasure of vanilla soy milk. I get a soy milk jones going for it and I can’t fight the feeling hellbent walk for it going to the store, and I am lucky I get home before I gulp it down-that vanilla soy milk hits the spot. yum….
Now the baseball playoffs are on with Yankees and Phillies and I can’t stay in the same room and watch it, tied 2 and 2 in the 7th inning, I am loving this ballgame and sitting in the other room listening like radio. I loved being a babysitter in suburban Chicago and coming upon a family belonging to Bob Locker, saving pitcher for the White Sox. Not only did they hire another babysitter so they could take me to the games with them and sit in the wives section with Judy Locker, but
I got to sit with their kid I think his name was Mark, and show him his Daddy pitching on tv. Mark was a good little hitter, he was 3 years old and could hit the ball with a plastic bat in the back yard.
Even those ballplayers told me to turn down the sound on tv and listen to the radio, so much more descriptive and informing. I got to meet so many ballplayers, Don Buford and that Kenny they named the surgery after, I think he was a pitcher.
too exciting a game to think much, still some vanilla soy milk left…eating almonds and nuts most of the day and tomato and avocado salads.
Play ball!
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UK Soon! 
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