I'm sititng here, exchanging text messages with Mike because not only did I miss his birthday on Monday, I also missed the 9th, which is the day I have been convinced is his birthday for about as long as I've known the kid. He 'still loves me', which was to be expected (It's just the wrong kind of love,,,not wrong...you know), so I tried to ask him 'What are you doing Saturday?' and invited him to the party in Brooklyn for Lisa. He might have a date, but he said to keep him informed, he'd like to come. I won't hold my breath, but that would be exciting and a half.
Anyway, when I type via my phone, if I take a pause while spelling a word, my phone tries to finish it for me. Sometimes, it gets it right. Typing 'Sun' gets them to add in 'day'. Sometimes they're not right, but the words they insert are sensible. And then sometimes, like this morning, I type 'Sat' and instead of 'urday', it added '...baseball'. Which is fantastic, but... what?
HOWEVER, the 'baseball' and 'Mike' got me reminiscing to The Softball Game. That one perfect day when we all got it together and went over to the playground at the library and just played. And exactly the right people were there - Lisa, Michaela, Crystal, Amy. Jess, Stacey. Mike. Maybe even Larry and/or Ryan and Matt and Chris. JOE. We got Joe to come with us and be our catcher. And it wasn't too cold out, and everyone was laughing and having fun with it and I remember never wanting it to end.
I love memories.
baseball
