Late night in June

I am one month later, plus a couple of days. It is 2:44 in the morning and I have to think about going to sleep soon. Cindy woke up a few minutes ago and asked me what I was doing. She didn't wait around for an answer. She is back in bed. The dog is sleeping at the foot of the bed.

There are reasons why I should be asleep. It is 2:45. I am not getting any more closer to bed. I need to go to bed. It is supposed to be raining tomorrow starting around lunch. Cindy wants me to clean the gutters and I need to finish some things at the office.

Baseball Tonight is being replayed for the second or third time. I know who won last night, including the Braves, the Tigers and the White Sox. Lebron and Chris and Wade are playing in Miami (who cares). Its summer and the game of the season is baseball, until football starts in August.

I was thinking about football the other day. They had the three big football players from the nineties (and I mean big, both literally and figuratively). Marcus Stroud, Orantes Grant, Travis Stroud. Big boys.

But I have been thinking about baseball. And the heat of summer, boy we have had that lately. Kate and I watched the Braves and Tigers, between breaks in the shade to escape the heat and humidity. I think Kate is getting soft. She couldn't take the heat. We drank a lot of fluids and spent a lot of time under cover. The Braves won and the Braves and the Tigers are both in first. Good year.

I have been very disappointed with my tomatoes. Cindy and I bought one of those big topsy turvy setups and I planted three cherokee purples in an effort to get my favorite tomatoes. But lately, the fruit which develops has developed bottom rot and I have been tossing the rotten tomatoes away from the plant. How frustrating.

I guess I don't have much future as a farmer.

I need to see if I can find grandmommie's recipe for blackberry cobbler. The blackberries are prevalent at the grocery and pretty cheap. I think I could make some nice cobbler and maybe sit out on the patio when the sun fades toward the west and eat some buttery blackberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream. That would be nice.

Of course, right now, I have to satisfy myself with cutting some barbecued pork from the bone in the refrigerator, with cold potato salad and a frosty bottle of beer. I am nine hours away from lunch, but can taste it already.

I've got some sleep to catch up on and a number of errands in the morning. Sleep, sleep, sleep.