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August 25, 2022

Abby has scrapped and fought her way to a remarkable recovery, basically back to normal, or I should say “new” normal. She’s walking on her own, sometimes with an attitude. Head has straightened out, and, most importantly, she’s needling Matilda to fight with her, something not seen in almost a month. Btw, the “new” normal includes diapers….


After staring at the frozen treats section near the checkout counter at the local supermarket for the past three months, the accumulation of “natsubate” made me weak and I succumbed to purchasing a box of Papico.

Since I was old enough to watch tv, I’ve been vulnerable to marketing/promotion schemes- a cool product name, attractive packaging, a catchphrase. It’s rare I walk by a vending machine without checking out the offerings, I would hazard a guess that’s how I make 90% of my purchases, regardless of price commitment.

I had no idea what was in the Papico box, but a few years ago I watched a drama that had a darling sexy character named Papico. My mind went like this- I thought she was sweet and wonderful. And the she was probably named after the product, so the product must be sweet and wonderful too!

I was right! Iced treats with flavors like chocolate coffee and white sour!! (No, I don’t know what flavor white sour is! Just it’s refreshing and wonderful, just like my Papico!)



It must’ve been the heat or the lemon sours I’e been drinking the last couple days. My evening dreams have been sweat-inducing and sudden wakeups.

On more than one occasion, these dreams have brought me back to my hometown where I’m with Kurt(of course!) and we’re trying to bury the body of someone who was accidently killed and we would be to blame. Even in the middle of the dream, I’m asking myself how I got into such a predicament, fully aware I should not be there.



Recent conversation with wife at a restaurant about the new coasters placed on the table. One problem. She alerted me that we had already had this conversation about a month prior. I had and still have no recollection of any discussion like that. I looked at the coasters as if it was the first time I’d seen them. Is this how old age memory loss begins? If so, scary AF.


Strat ’77 (after nine weeks)

AL East AL West

Mil 18-9 KC 18-9

Clev 16-11 Chi 16-11

NY 16-11 Tex 16-11

Bost 14-13 Cal 13-14

Balt 13-14 Sea 11-16

Det 11-16 Min 10-17

Tor 7-20 Oak 10-17

NL East NL West

Chi 21-6 LA 22-5

StL 16-11 Cinc 12-15

Phil 15-12 Hou 11-16

Pitt 15-12 SD 11-16

Mon 14-13 SF 7-20

NY 13-14 Atl 5-22

AL Leaders


Money-Mil 13

Ford-Min 10

Harrah-Tex 10


Cowens-KC 7

Brett-KC 4

Brohamer-CWS 4


Thompson-Det 12

Gamble-CWS 9

Page-Oak 9


Gamble-CWS 28

Thompson-Det 28

Singleton-Bal 26


Fisk-Bos .404

Garr-CWS .395

Meyer-Sea .385

NL Leaders


Dawson-Mon 11

Cromartie-Mon 10

DeJesus-Chi 10

Parker-Pitt 10


Brock-StL 5

Howe-Hou 4


Valentine-Mon 12

Smith-LA 10

Foster-Cinc 9


Valentine-Mon 34

Smith-LA 28

Reitz-StL 27

Hernandez-StL 27


Dawson-Mon .387

Valentine-Mon .387

Templeton-StL .385

Smith-LA .384




166 A.A.

Gramma out of the hospital. And back to normal. She bragged that in her room of four people she was the only one who didn’t wear diapers. And for lunch, while she was getting hiyashi chukka, my wife,

157 A.A.

Rainy season has lifted, and the heat has set upon us. Brutal. Adding salt to that wound is that mother-in-law is in the hospital. Gallstones. Two weeks. Two surgeries. On the bright side- Total expen

164 A.A.


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