Grandad made me do some filing before we got outside, I am like it's the first Friday in a long time we've had sun, and you want to file!!
When we finally got outside, I could sense Grandad's vitamin E or D level go way up. He must of been a couple of quarts low, talk about miserable the last month or what.
I knew he was in a better mood when he suggested we go to Flagg Field, and teach me to pitch. He always seem happy when he's lecturing, I don't understand why he thinks I am going to understand what keeping my foot on the rubber is supposed to mean.
Or for that matter why he has to yell stuff like "that's a balk". Or, " there is an invisible man on first you have to pitch from the stretch".
When we finally got back home I was tring to blog, and the next thing I know is I am mounted upon a monster. Grandad's yelling" show me your Calvin Borel immatation"This horse is fifteen plus hands what ever that is, and I am not liking it up there.
Back inside, quiet time, finish the blog, take a nap. When can I go home?
See you next week Love Jack
PS, Maybe it will rain, so I don't have to ride anymore monsters around Grandads yard.
