Obsessions. We all have them in varying degrees. Mr. G loves all things Batman--Batman vidoes, Batman action figures, wearing a Batman cape and mask. My friend M has a thing for mysteries--she devours mystery novels of every genre and watches an array of crime TV shows. Mr. D has baseball.
Living with Mr. D during baseball season is like playing the same song over and over again. Everything comes back to baseball--the lineup, the pitching order, who lost and who won and how that affects the conference standings.
Me: I'm glad the weather is supposed to be nice--I want to get that back garden cleaned out this weekend.
Mr. D: If we can just get a big win tonight, that'll be huge. Then next week when we play FVL we can pitch our number two ....
Me: What time is your mom coming to town Friday?
Mr. D: Can you believe RH is batting .500 in conference? That's incredible!
Me: Why don't you come to bed early? (suggestive wink)
Mr. D: (turns on computer) Do you think they'll have tonight's scores posted yet?
Yes, I know I should have asked him if he wanted to go to third base with me. But I'm slow that way.
Life with the coach is a broken record. I call it the Baseball Bubble. He's oblivious to anything beyond the team. Last night I dropped off Mr. T for his bat boy gig and then took Mr. B to his karate graduation. We returned home later and immediately learned of the team's win. After appropriate attention to that, I told Mr. B to show his dad his new orange belt.
Mr. D: You had graduation tonight?
Mr. D lives in the Baseball Bubble. It'll be another month or so before it pops and the rest of the world comes back into focus. I'm thankful that it's a harmless obsession and this helps keep my annoyance at bay.
On the subject of the raspberry canes. I cut off the old growth and hoed up the earth between the rows to pull weeds and loosen up the soil. I didn't have to split up canes this year, but probably next I will thin them out--that's a job every 3 years or so. I mulched well with straw to keep back weeds and keep in moisture since I don't water the raspberry patch. Division is best done in the fall.
And yes, Jen. I am the bionic woman. The blistered bionic woman, that is.