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ya smith,but your words make the day so much better..rob
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OH I have a few you missed, fellow sun lover:
The spray of the ocean when you've got a sail boat set on a long track, nothing but sea and sky and wind.
The charge of adrenaline as you skate past other players and take the puck to the net, whether on ice or asphalt.
The warmth of the sun after a swim.
The shivers in a good movie house.
The under the blanket warmth, especially when you're not alone
It's not the wolf you see you should fear, but all the ones he howls with. Don't be afraid of the song, but don't piss off the choir.
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hows about getting on with your delightful stories.MAKE MY DAY.
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The perfect meal, candle light, and the perfect dinner companion.
OH! Another one! The memory of other similar times in the past, and anticipation of more coming in the future.
Or is that 2?
"Always forgive your enemies...nothing annoys them quite so much." Oscar Wilde
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Yesterday I had a great bike ride with someone special to me - my youngest son. The endorphins and company were both nice.
Today I had a nice swim, also with my kids and unofficial "third son" - the pool was quiet and I was able to peacefully back float down the lap lanes. That was a natural sedative when I needed it. Another later today - a very sweet and adorable 2 yo boy at the end of a long day just needed a warm chest to fall asleep on. Funny, he actually reminded me of timmy a bit!
A mountain creek to spash or think in, with nobody around for miles.
Tall grass to lay in with warm sun, and just enough breeze.
The smell of a wheatfield in summer.
Sharing a secret with a friend (yesterday.)
Knowing you are loved.
Loving someone who appreciates and needs it.
Thank you for the idea, smith - this is wonderful to think about.
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And yes, I had a WONDERFUL Saturday.
I can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon than watching baseball. Today I got to see two games. Both on TV, but that's almost as good as being at the stadium. Especially when you've got hotdogs on the grill and beer in the fridge.
Warren, if you are reading, here's another lesson.
In baseball there are rules, and then there are RULES. The rules pertaining to the mechanics of the game are written, but the ones pertaining to etiquette aren't. There is somewhat of a controversy these days about the "unwritten" rules.
In today's game I watched the Cleveland Indians (my favorite team) play the Los Angeles Dodgers. During the game a Cleveland player, Milton Bradley, hit a fly ball to right field. As he started towards first base, he loosened the velcro on his batting gloves and just trotted instead of running. This broke of of the "rules." When a batter hits a home run, it is not considered to be good sportsmanship for him to "show up" the pitcher. Therefore homeruns aren't really celebrated until the ball lands in the stands. Then a "home run trot" around the bases is permissable with a slapping of hands and congratulations from teammates after the batter has rounded the bases and is headed back towards the dugout. This means, of course, that Bradley should have been running around the bases until after the ball landed, then he could have slowed to a trot.
The Dodgers first baseman, Paul Loduca, took offense at Bradley's actions. Fortunately, the television guys had him wearing a microphone so that they could play sound bites from him at various times during the game. It was very interesting to hear some of his comments. He told one Cleveland player "If he tries that with Brownie (Dodger star pitcher Kevin Brown) he be wearing it." Meaning that in his next at bat, Brown would throw the ball at him instead of pitching to him. Intentionally hitting a batter with the baseball is a time honored (yet illegal) method of getting even.
The Dodgers did not retaliate, however. But in Bradley's next at bat, he struck out. As he was walking back to the dugout LoDuca could be heard taunting him "Why don't you take off your gloves now. Go back and sit down." Still later in the game LoDuca was at second base and a fly ball was hit to Bradley in center field. With the Dogers leading by two runs, LoDuca decided to tag up and run to third. Bradley threw him out. Bradley could then be seen yelling things at LoDuca, unfortunately, they could not be heard.
It is things like this that make baseball so much fun to watch. There is the game. There is the game within the game.
So that was my natural high today.
Think good thoughts,
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No Message Body
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Dancing defnitly dancing
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
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the current situation with the E-mail through the site is probably back logging or has shunted my most recent additions to Coupe. Also, Timmy is very busy these days and I don't like to push my luck shoving things at him. Rest assured that the stories are there. I've got Coupe up to 11 now, but I've only sent Timmy number 9 and a hint of 10.
It's not the wolf you see you should fear, but all the ones he howls with. Don't be afraid of the song, but don't piss off the choir.
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breaking into song might be another one .....
lol
Much love to you jams
"Be excellent to each other, and, party on dudes"!
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A hug from my kids.
A note or email from my kids.
The laugh from one of my school kids when they pass a test.
The enthusiasm of a child talking about their exciting weekend.
Hugs, Charlie
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I just experienced one of mine: a day trip out into the country on an absolutely picture perfect day (made even better when "I Can See Clearly Now" by Johnny Nash came on the radio just as I pulled out of my driveway!), including on this occasion a stop at Tanglewood (summer home of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, where I attend a good dozen concerts every summer, the first one coming up on July 6), and an ascent of Mount Greylock (the highest point in Massachusetts). For a "city slicker" like me, excursions like this are more than a necessity for my well-being!
Speaking of concerts, another is when I go to a concert and they give an exemplary performance of a work that's a particular favorite of mine (as was the case earlier this year with the Symphony #4 of Gustav Mahler, which ends with a most heavenly lullaby from St. Cecilia herself).
We do not remember days...we remember moments.
Cesare Pavese
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