I wander wonder...

Its considered healthy to have your mind concentrating on the task at hand ie. a conversation, a project, reading, writing, arithmetic (I still don't know why those are called the 3 R's). Yet from time to time I find myself wondering about things that aren't too important to my present task; related of course but not relevant (for instance the previous statement about the 3 R's).

I wonder. Not so much "off subject", more "near subject". You could say I wander wonder (I like that alliteration).

So I wonder...who out there wander wonders also? Where are the Wonder Wanderers? What are they watching. Where are their wonder wanderings taking them? What wonders are whisking them away, and where to? Where would we be without Wonder Wanderers? What do Wonder Wanderers wear? Why am I writing this? What words wake Wonder Wanderers weekly?

My latest wonder wandering took me by surprise. I've used erasers my whole life. Mostly because of mistakes when writing, but sometimes I like to make art out of erasers and the aftermath. As I used my Sanford Magic Rub 1954, I wondered, "Why is there ink on my eraser? Isn't the purpose of my eraser to erase ink? Does this mean my eraser is defective? How do they get ink to stay on the eraser?" And so on.

What wonder wanders do you have? When do you wonder wander the most? What were you wearing when your most recent wonder wander wound up waking your wonder? Were you wishing you weren't wandering with your wonder? Wet your whistle? Want waffles?...what?

I wonder if the weather will waft the weary on their wherry
wherein the weather is, and whether the wherry carrying the weary will
weather the weather.

Let me know your wonder wanderings. If we share, who knows where we will wind up or which way the wind will blow?

The letter W was used 105 times in this post (plus 2 more times in this sentence).

Baseball =drama!


It's bad enough the Barry injects himself and swells up as he gets older(seriously -can you say steriod use or just the typical development of a 42 year old man?). Now Roger Clemens has to prove to the world that he is a money chaser. I have had much non-love for the Yankees ever since I fell in love with the game of baseball. It's just too easy to hate them. And my new dislike of the Rocket is not based on that.

Of course not all the blame lies on Roger, for holding out and demanding that baseball wait on him and bend over backwards to pay out the wazoo, the Hendricks bros deserve much credit.

So thank you Roger for using our facilities in spring training and making us pay for your spring workouts and supplies. And then bolting for NY in the pursuit of the all-mighty-dollar!

You are such a stand-up-guy. By that I mean, "those of you who want to pretend you are playing baseball for the love of the game and you are making your decision to play based on family and the fans but really want to mislead everyone and pad your pockets to really prove what a selfish putz you are please stand up." And Roger will stand up every time.

Good luck Yankees. You now have the most selfish player playing for the most selfish owner. Actually that's not a bad combination.

May the Rocket fizzle in the Bronx!

It's not working.


When I was in "attack-blog-mode" my team actually heard my botheration of being a fan (defined as an enthusiastic devotee of sports). However my stratagem to hurl heart-felt insults aimed at the Astros has blown up in my face. This futile attempt to spur my team on to great results has turned out to be a house-of-cards.

My plan of attack called for monthly complaints about poor batting, lousy relief pitching or overall lack of effort. I believed this scheme would effectively produce the outcome we all desire. But NAY! The Astros can not smell what I am stepping in-so to speak. So I will up the ante. I will fire complaints from behind my electronic bulwark at a more rapid pace.

They'll never know what hit 'em. (actually I hope they do catch my drift and start playing with more heart and attempt to lock up a win before late innings)

LET'S GO ASTROS...clap clap.......clap clap clap!
I mean: YOU GUYS STINK, GO BACK TO ROUND ROCK YOU OVERPAID 8TH GRADERS!
I can feel my plan working...shhhh, don't blow it for us...shhhh, who said that...oh it was me shhhh.