I didn't think it would happen, but last week I got fed up with putting hot chocolate into my coffee. For the last few days I've gone back to my usual milk and sugar sub. mix.
Not sure what else to say.
I've been thinking of this summer as my hermit summer. I've never been very social, but this year other than going out for the necessities I haven't really ventured forth into the world and the world hasn't really ventured forth to me (like anyone would).
Ah, what else?
oh, I discovered that I like the lesser known pancake mix rather than the more famous brand name I bought last time and am using right now.
Some months ago I also replaced my silverware with cheap stuff. Last week I snapped the plastic handle of a knife and just today one of the fork handles snapped while I was trying to tackle a leathery piece of ham. If this continues, I'll be needing to buy more silverware soon. I kinda like the blue plastic handle stuff I've been using (it's a nice blue and it's cheap). Although, if the handles keep breaking off on me I may have to move to something all metal. Either way, I do know I need to buy sharper knives. The ones in this cheap set aren't good for much except buttering bread.
Ok, time to move on with this disjointed entry. I'm writing just to write right now, I think.
Oh, hey, my Cubs are back in 1st place again, and most of the sports annalists I'm hearing are saying it looks like they might take the division this year. I've been disappointed for most of my life with this team. So I'm not getting my hopes up this year. It's been 99 years since their last World Series win. The longest dry streak in baseball. From what I've also heard it's been something like 5 years since they were in 1st place this late in the season.
The radio talked about the year the Marlins took our world series chance. The fan interference play (the Bartman Ball incident as it's call locally) that preceded the next play where the Cubs shortstop blew what should have been an easy out in that game, and how things just went down hill from there for the Cubs and put the Marlins into the WS where they went all the way that year if memory serves.
Hmm, now that I think about it, wasn't that the year both Harry Carry and Jack Brickhouse died?
Perhaps I shouldn't have gone there. I think Jack Brickhouse should have gotten just as much honors as Harry Carry. All the Cubs did for Jack was the lame "Hey, Hey" signs on the foul posts. Harry got a statue. I am not happy about how much Jack's death was overshadowed by Harry's.
Ah, I've rambled long enough.