<p>I however am not a baseball fan, but my H is, and he is a Dodgers fan. Since Brooklyn days. Here are my two Dodgers fanhood stories.</p>
<p>(1) We attend a Dodgers game as a family. My D is perhaps 7 at the time. My H boos some underperforming player (Offerman?) and my D leans in to me and says in sotto voice: “Oh Mom, I just hate that my Daddy is the type of man who’d boo.”</p>
<p>(2) After a string of losing seasons and poor performance I say to my frustrated, teeth-gnashing H, “Hey, why don’t you just root for another team?” Followed by a MASSIVE disbelieving silence. Then H says, as though talking to an imbecile: “It doesn’t work like that, you can’t CHANGE teams!!”</p>
<p>You can’t just change teams. Your veins run Dodger blue or Sox red or whatever. And eventually, in her 30’s, I bet D will appreciate that her dad booed at games. We look for loyalty and devotion in our men whereever we can find it:).</p>
<p>How about the sound of the bat cracking on the ball, and the rise of the voice of the crowd? How abou the buzz when they break for commercials?</p>
<p>I will have to read Doris Kearns Goodwin. I can’t be her, since I don’t know who she is…</p>
<p>Goodnight from the land of desert-hot October nights…the pumpkins in the fields will be turning to pudding if this keeps up. The east wind has ripped even the still-green leaves off the trees, and they are flipping about with slightly stunned expressions and gathering in the vents between my car’s hood and front window, and the cat has crept onto the one window that we’ve left cracked open, the small one above the toilet in our master bathroom, and he’s yowling and making everyone anxious, and the incense from D’s room combined with Jimi Hendrix on her radio is not boding well for a good night’s sleep. 4:45 a.m. comes too early on Mondays. I hope the rest of you get to sleep at the bar tonight and not wake up until well after sunrise.</p>
<p>oooh, momof2inca…what a haunting picture you painted. I woke up at 4:30 am, and decided it was dumb to just stay in bed, since I wasn’t going to fall back asleep (and realizing that just maybe it’s because I fell asleep at about 7:00 last night and only “woke up” for about an hour to watch the end of football). So, I talked myself into getting up and cleaning up the kitchen for a bit. Decided I need to catch up on CC. Big mistake…Here I am still sitting here. Oh well. We raked up leaves from around our back patio and pond last night. These are the leaves from all the wimpy trees that decided they couldn’t last another day from lack of water…no fall colors, just a quick green–>brown–>off the tree transition. I even have (some) weeds that have died!!! </p>
<p>Well, I shouldn’t be here because I need t oleave in 34 minutes, but I am glad I am to read about your nights and your Autumns.</p>
<p>It’s too soon to tell what the autumn will be like here. The trees are mainly still green, though my driveway is full of leaf corpses, although I can’t see where they came from. </p>
<p>Each tree drops more than a million leaves; and this is just the beginning. The sycamore at the edge of our driveway, veering in, threatening the car each time we back out, has developed a garland of poison ivy, wrapping up its entire trunk, so the leaves and droppings will be too dangerous for me to deal with. For me, poison ivy is next to a fatal disease and only curable by three rounds of steroids.</p>
<p>Poison ivy killer grimly applied yesterday by H. But I don’t even like to walk by. We’ll see in 29 minutes how hardy our vine is.</p>
<p>Alu Doris Kearns Goodwin was in that Ken Burns documentary on Baseball and I think also in his Civil War documentary. She is a historian. Great voice.</p>
<p>Spooky images indeed, momofinca. Here in the great Pacific Northwest, we’ve had autumn since about Labor Day – grey, rain, rain, grey, with the occasional single sunny day. I’d planned to scrub the porch and deck and recoat them with wood sealant in September, as it is usually sunny and coolish, but I guess it’ll have to wait until next summer.</p>
<p>Okay, well, it might make it a little less spooky to know that the cat is a blue-eyed, white-furred, tiny fluff of a thing, probably some bunny’s 2nd cousin somewhere (a Tonkinese, if you must know), and his yowling last night, while annoying, was not very scary. But still… I did not sleep for more than 30 minutes at at time: there is just too much static in the air, and I made the mistake of reading about the bedbugs/poison ivy/scabies situation on the other thread so I itched all night long! </p>
<p>I’d love to see rain Moominmama, send it south.</p>
<p>mythmom: be very careful of the dread poison vines. Many years ago we were clearing 1-2 inch thick trunks of a wierd viney growth around a huge oak tree in a back corner of our acreage, we then put it in the big burn pile- big mistake- DH, myself and 9 year old D were seriously seriously ill from the poison oak we burned :eek: The doctor said we were lucky we did not inhale any of it, but we swelled and popped (think fingers) from head to two from working in the smoke.</p>
<p>Prednisone does not seem to reduce the swelling- but the hottest shower in the world, long enough to release all the histamines in your body will give you a break for a few hours. Scratching with a hair brush is not recommended it feels good but leaves scars.</p>
<p>I am firmly convinced the most wrinkles on my middle aged face are from being a poison oak ballon head too many times, not sun It is absolutely the worst thing in the world if you are one of those people who is dramatically allergic.</p>
<p>S1, 14, and S2, just turned 9, frequently fight over things. DH says that they would fight over a grain of sand on the beach. </p>
<p>They are not in school today, and at lunchtime I offered them sandwiches. They both wanted them on Kaiser rolls. I check the supply and found that there was only one left. I told them that I had only one Kaiser roll and some whole wheat hamburger buns, and asked them which they wanted. They both said, at almost the same time, that they preferred the Kaiser roll. I stated that there was only one, and would one of them volunteer to have the hamburger bun. This is where the miracle occurred. They both said, at exactly the same time, that they would take the hamburger bun. I praised them for this, and asked how we would decide who would get the Kaiser roll. The older one suggested cutting them both in half and sharing. The younger one said that he would not even take even half the Kaiser roll, he insisted that his brother have it. The older one said that he would not eat more than half the Kaiser roll. So they agreed that they would each have half of each kind of roll. I informed them that if they were going to turn into perfect children, to do it gradually instead of suddenly, since I could get the parenting equivalent of the bends and it could be dangerous.</p>
<p>In similar situations I have been known to pre-empt a struggle and just make sandwiches on both kinds of bread, already cut in half. Here, guys…you each get a half of each kind!</p>
<p>Posion Ivy sufferers: I used to have terrible outbreaks whenever I gardened or raked. Here’s what my Doc. recommended… Always wear long sleeves and pants, gloves, rubber garden clogs and socks when in the garden. NEVER touch your face/eyes/hair/neck with your gloves. After gardening, strip down in the garage & put the clothes in the wash with some Dawn dish detergent. Immediately proceed to the shower and wash anything that touched the earth or plants with Dawn.
If I follow this routine, I don’t have problems. The oil from the plant’s leaves, stems, roots etc. are what cause the irritation and the Dawn seems to take care of the oil. Basically if I get the oil off my skin w/i two hours, I’m ok.
I hope that you are able to get out an rake, I swear it’s theraputic!</p>
it feels good but leaves scars.</p>
It is absolutely the worst thing in the world if you are one of those people who is dramatically allergic.</p>