Well now that I've lived and perished with the Rays, I think I can go on. I think. Maybe.

Speaking of the Rays, my neighbor Cheryl and I went to the sorry, sappy, sad game last night. We're sitting there a few yards beyond third base, nice and close up (Row N) to the dashing Evan Longoria. Close enough. Along about the time the Rays tied up the game 1 - 1, Cheryl's daughter, J., sends her a text that says something along the lines we, her mother and I, are on TV. J. is seated somewhere in the almost 42,000 persons crowd, not with us. I didn't know what to think, maybe that J. saw Cheryl and me on the big screen in the dome, where they show fans and goofy stuff, panning around the stadium, etc. An in-house production.

Well, it turns out that J's friend was watching the game in New York and saw Cheryl on TV and quickly snapped a cell phone photo and instantly sent J. a text. But the picture didn't come through in the dome for some reason when J. tried to send it to her mother. So we kinda forgot about it. We figured since Cheryl had gone to the trouble to go to TJMaxx and buy a special beautiful blue flannel plaid shirt in honor of the Rays (they have gone plaid) that the camera found her and we wound up on TV. We really didn't know what to think. I mean, plaid is in. Of course, old KEM had on an orange shirt. She should have worn the plaid cap Mike's friend gave him, but it's 10 sizes too big. I literally swim in it. Should have worn it anyway.

Fast forward to this afternoon, hours after our miserable loss. My dad calls from South Carolina and says, I SAW YOU ON TV! He said he couldn't believe it, he looked up and there I was, talking to Cheryl. He said, You had on an orange shirt. Well, I sure did. Orange used to be the Bucs or the Gators or somebody. Wrong team, wrong sport, who should be surprised? He went on to say he watched the whole game and Cheryl and I were pretty much the only people TBS showed from the audience during their broadcast. HUH?? That can't be quite right. But still, Cheryl and I now feel completely famous. I called her after I talked to my dad, to reinforce this moment of glory. She said she's had emails and phone calls, and so have I. One phone call and one email. HA! The email said I looked happy. Well, that was our one moment of momentum in the whole 9 innings, sad, sad, sad, and TBS caught us.

My sister brought me down to earth when she texted, You had your 5 seconds of fame. Well, 5 seconds is not quite 15 minutes, but I'll take it. Especially since this TV business will be the highlight of a season ending game that cast a pall. I mean, everyone was so happy at the start of the game and then we all walked out numb. It shouldn't happen.

But the point is, how on earth Cheryl and I ended up on TV out of 42,000 people, I shall never know. I guess I needed some blog material, is all I can figure.

Robby. He is a bitey baby. And a scratchy baby. And he has some new found loves. He has discovered the routine of the nasal wash each night. He loves to stare at the water flowing from my nostrils. He bats at the stream now and again. He loves to watch when I wash dishes, the suds and bubbles and faucet water going down the drain. He positions himself smack by the sink (or in the sink). Big time stuff. Then he was fascinated when I was stirring chocolate pudding on the stove. Fascinated. Then I was playing piano and he got up there and peaked behind the music rack where he could see the hammers hitting the strings. Now when he was little I was afraid he would squeeze into that little space behind the rack and get all tangled up in the inner workings of the piano. Now, I don't fear that so much. He's a growing boy. I adore how smart cats are, interested in absolutely E-V-A-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. It's very cunning. Especially the day he learned to unroll the toilet paper roll. His method is fast and furious, paw upon paw.

I send my condolences to one of my readers who unexpectedly lost her spouse recently. God be with you. So sad, too sad. I'm so very sorry. May comfort and peace enfold you, dear friend.

Well, I'm thinking about trying to blog regularly again. It kind of cheers me up. To blog.

Oh, for Pete's sake, you gotta here this. Remember the adorable little boy who says such cute things during the children's sermons? Well, his mother took him to a Rays play off game last week. He had the time of his life. Later his grandmother asked him if he learned to yell anything at the game. He said, GO RAYS! She asked, Anything else? COLD BEER HERE! Children are simply marvelous.

Trying not to let new found stardom, fleeting as it was, go to the head, (too late, it already has)
KEM