Something odd has happened: The Dodgers are in first place.
Now, I realize that the season is young, and that L.A.'s beloved team has a long and frustrating history of choking after the All Star Game... But I can't help but hope that the end of the McCourt regime has given the team the psychological boost they need to make it to October.
I can relate to the need for some psychic energy. I've been feeling rather blue for a while. I don't like to write about it here - not since someone berated me in comments when I was going through a particularly hard time. For some reason, I always remember the bad reviews. I take heart in knowing I am not alone.
Everywhere I turn, I see terrible things happening to people I know. Broken marriages, cancer, sudden death... I know none of those things are contagious, but I also know that the older I get, the closer I am to experiencing at least one of those things (after all, we all gotta die).
I am grateful that the only health problem I am dealing with right now is my stupid injured thumb -- which is finally starting to heal, thanks to physical therapy. And just the fact that I can once again operate a manual can opener seems to have made a difference in my outlook. Using the corkscrew made an even bigger one.
Perhaps - like the Dodgers - this is a new beginning.
- Typos courtesy of Auto-Correct, as this was Posted using BlogPress from my iPad