It’s a bit wet out there, but I do yardwork on Saturdays and Sundays now.
Today we celebrated my great nephew Ezra’s first birthday. It was just a small gathering at Mom and Dad’s. I got Ezra’s a real baseball. I know he’s a bit young to play baseball, but I thought if I put a baseball in his hands early, he might come to love the game.
I had put the ball down on the table at my mom and dad’s and moved on. I guess someone handed it to Ezra, because a few minutes later they’re telling me, “He loves it, Robert. He’s smiling.”
I looked over. Anthony was holding Ezra. Ezra had the ball in one hand and he was holding it out toward me. I didn’t know he would have such a good one-hand grip on it yet. I hope he doesn’t start throwing fastballs around the house before he’s two.
Ezra unwrapped some presents, and then my dad and I watched the Lions. The Lions won and they are now one tie and two wins into the season. After the game, I went out to my hunting ground to look at my tower.
The blind on my tower was torn to pieces. So, I took the top part of the tower off. This year I’ll hunt with nothing over my head. I’ll hang camouflage netting from the rails of the tower, but that’ll be it.
It really makes me mad when I find that the bottle of horseradish sauce I had delivered yesterday was already open. I was just going to put some on my hamburgers and the cap was loose. I know I hadn’t opened it yet. I threw it in the garbage.
A Shipt Shopper just delivered a few groceries. One of the items I’d wanted was a 12-pack of Rolling Rock. I decided on the Rolling Rock because it was going for $8.59 and that seemed like a good deal for that much beer.
The Shipt Shopper sent me this picture with the text “Bad news, that’s where the Rolling Rock is supposed to be.” I ended up deciding on a different beer, but maybe I should’ve picked the little devil.
Buddy is ten this month. I just remember that I got him in September 2009, when he was a kitten. He’s the only pet I’ve ever had that I know the exact age of.
Yesterday, I was highly motivated. I got a lot done. Today, depression is sinking in and it’s a struggle to keep moving.
I will not surrender.
There are times in my life when I’m out in public with a hearing friend or family member. A stranger will pass by, look my way and say something that I don’t hear. But the tone that I detect and the expression on the stranger’s face makes me think it was something rude.
When I ask my hearing friend or family member what the stranger had said, they refuse to tell me. This frustrates me and makes me feel betrayed. All I can think is the stranger noticed I have cerebral palsy and made a nasty comment about it, but I don’t know that for sure.
Why do my hearing friends or family members not want to help clear these things up?