What I did in April instead of Blogging.

I formed a serious addiction to these things.

I bought one little box at first, just because the little Ginger Dude is so fetching. I wanted to see him again. Like next time I opened my purse. I mean, look at him. You have to admit he's amazing. Cheery. Encouraging. And obviously that Ginger Chew he's gnawing on has launched his spirit into a state of Blissful Repose.

I wanted Blissful Repose. Oh yes. For me. That.

I kinda liked his snazzy purple pillow, too.

By noon next day the box was empty. My life was speckled with wrappers. I was definitely more blissful.

But I could not repose. Because the box was empty.

I ran back to World Market post haste to fetch backup supplies in case of a worldwide shortage. What if ginger farmers revolted? What if The Ginger People decide not to share?? What if California slid into the sea??? You just never know.

Shaking, I bought six boxes. I felt better. I blissfully wadded wrappers. I reposed. I forgot to blog.

Then, just as my stash was dwindling, I was at Whole Foods one afternoon and suddenly sensed that my little friend Ginger Dude was nearby. Oh Happy Day! There he was, way up on high! On Sale! Oh My! I winked conspiratorially at Ginger Dude, and he turned and waved to all his clones behind him, and in one Blissful Moment they all leaped together from the shelf into my basket.

The cashier said, blissfully, "Wow, groovy like. So... you, too?" See, she knows.

Oh, what fun we had, my Ginger Dude clones and I! Our only kerfuffle was that the regular flavor Dudes wanted to listen to Al Green on the way home, while the Spicy Apple Dudes wanted KC and the Sunshine Band. We compromised with Jack Johnson, and they all grooved to Better Together in my ecologically responsible organic cotton canvas grocery bags all the way home.

My pantry by now a veritable Ginger Dude hangout, I now begin to feel magnanimous as well as blissful. I now begin to share my Ginger Chews with others. Some feel the power. Others just say, "Thanks, hmm," and look at the birdies.

That's okay. Either way, I am Blissfully Reposed. Serene, yet Invigorated. It's all that ginger, see?

So if I forget to blog in May, think of me with a smile. I'm thinking of getting purple pillows and forming a society so we can all eat Ginger Chews anthropologically, that is to say, in large groups. Groovy like.

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little league

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There is nothing quite like seeing a little boy swagger into the batter's box feeling twice his size, wielding the bat like some fantastic medieval bludgeon, and then right before that one poised, motionless moment when he will manfully stare down the vulturing pitcher, he sticks his behind out slightly and shakes it just a little and all you can see, shining in the afternoon sunlight through his white polyester baseball trousers, are all the little dinosaurs dancing on his underwear.

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Yesterday was Payback

Yesterday was one of those payback days. The Queen once long ago wisely advised me that some days you simply need to pay attention. Yesterday was one of those days.

To understand what I mean, you have to understand our schedule yesterday. Spuddy Buddy and I went to the season opening game of the Texas Rangers. Immediately following this, he had his opening game for his Little League team and after that we had an awards ceremony for his Cub Scout pack, of which I am the Cubmaster.

The weather yesterday was glorious. It was a bright sun shiny day with the temperature cool enough that the sun didn't overheat. We had all the pomp and circumstance of a big league season opening game with President Bush throwing out the first pitch and two gigantic Air Force bombers flying low over our heads. The home team dominated the entire game and played really good baseball. Spuddy had told me that he had had a hard time sleeping the night before because he was so excited. He was positively glowing with excitement the entire time. I don't know which was beaming brighter, him or the sun.

Following the game, we rushed home for Spuddy Buddy to change into his baseball uniform and go to his own season opening game. Again, the good guys won. Spuddy Buddy threw out three base stealers, and was responsible for the winning run.

On the way home from Cub Scouts, Spuddy Buddy told me that this was the best day ever. I agree. It was a really good day!