Smoke Signals and other news
The cat is missing again. I've put her food out which usually brings her running. I've checked one shed. I'll check the garage and an enclosed trailer that has been opened, and I suppose as a last resort, I will check the attic again although she should not have been able to get in there again. Hopefully, she has been found when you read.
Most of my week has been spent planning the event for Wheels for Bryson, gathering donations, answering messages, and recruiting helpers. This will probably be my last major fundraising event as the body says no more. I've led many over the years and been a part of numerous others. My future endeavors will be toward children and baseball. That alone takes all my energy.
A sweet little four-year-old girl picked me flowers (and dandelions) from her grandparents' yard this week and presented them to me with strict instructions to put them in a cup of water when I got home. They are still sitting in that “cup of water” by my chair but today may be their last day. It reminded me of when my oldest daughter was little, she could hardly wait for the daffodils to bloom each February to be able to pick me the first flowers of the Spring. Cherish these little tributes from the babies. Their hearts are pure and their love sincere.
So many birds have been at my feeder over the last few weeks – cardinals, blue jays, sparrows, crested titmouse, mockingbirds, and some I'm not even sure about. I told them I would feed them until the seeds were all gone and now they are, but they were so much fun to watch, I may have to get another bag. Now to put up the hummingbird feeders this week as they should be arriving soon. Please put nothing but water and white sugar in your feeders – four parts water to one part sugar.
As I was sitting at one of the picnic tables at the ball field this week, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a little boy of maybe five-yearsold. He asked, “Why are you sitting here?” I told him I had some computer work to do and that seemed to be the best place. He replied that I should be sitting in the bleachers. “So, I can't sit here?” I asked. He informed me that this was where you sat to eat and again that the bleachers were where I should be. I asked once more if maybe I could sit there, and he finally replied that if I really wanted to, I could stay there and off he went. I don’t know who he was as I have not learned all of the 170 kids we have, but it was just a sweet encounter.
We held our Marshall County Sports coach’s meeting this week, a mandatory meeting for all coaches in the league. There were many returning faces and a few new ones. We are off to a great start and will be playing games by mid-April. My favorite thing is the faces of young men and women who Doug and I once called “our kids” now back with their kids and coaching and umpiring. Get out and support these children and coaches.
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