I promised I would get back to you on the great diet pill caper that I discussed in my posting for May 8th (Been There Done Fat) … I was actually a little amazed that I lost about ten pounds in three weeks without making any major changes in my diet. But that’s where it ended. I started regaining the weight I lost and now I am pretty much where I was when I started taking the pill. But I have to admit my birthday fell within this time period and well-wishers deposited a healthy (maybe not so healthy) supply of cakes, ice cream and chocolate into my lap…and that’s where it all wound up eventually–in my lap! And, oh yeah, I guess the batch of chocolate chip cookies I made didn’t help the cause. Summing up, I felt I didn’t give this initial bottle a fair chance (did someone say “fat chance?”). After all, it started off with a bang. So, I ordered a second bottle with the intent of following through a little better…stay tuned to this channel, as they say.
Rosemarie and I are planning to relax our lifelong tendency to be frugal and wise. We do have the attitude that if something disastrous were to happen, we really need to maintain some of our meager funds for that possibility. But given the medical issues we’ve had the past year-and-a-half and the corresponding medical bills, our golden years are pretty much tin so far. So we have decided to see how much it will cost to have some things around the house redone to make it nicer and us happier…sort of a self-reward for all our suffering. Good rationale, huh? The first of the things is the kitchen. I hate our appliances; Rosemarie hates the cabinets. With these in mind we stopped by one of those kitchen/bath remodeling stores to ooh n’ ahh at their inventory of impractical kitchen dreams. We caught the salesperson on the eve of her vacation so she cannot come to our house for another week. That means we have a while to go before we have any idea how much all this will cost. This is a bad thing. I like to act once I make a decision so I don’t have time to second-guess myself. Funny, I keep hearing ca-chings every time I walk into the kitchen.
Every once in a while, we experience what has come to be called a Kodak Moment. This is an event or some kind of occurrence that is picture perfect, wholesome, or just plain worthy of our appreciation and respect. They are magical “ahh” moments! Hallmark Cards puts them in greeting cards, Disney films them and Norman Rockwell drew them. All that said, I have come to look forward to a Kodak Moment that occurs several times a week. It’s going to sound strange, but the magic happens during the 7th inning stretch at Wrigley Field, home of the Chicago Baseball team, the Cubs. I am a Cubs fan and even though I have never lived in Chicago, I have followed the Cubs faithfully since 2015. I subscribe to the streaming of their games on the internet, and I rarely miss one. During the seventh inning stretch it is tradition at Wrigley for the fans to sing Take me Out to the Ballgame. Usually, a celebrity of some sort leads them from the big screen in center field. If not, the Cubs lovingly haul out a video of Harry Cary leading the fans from the distant past (pictured above). Harry was the much beloved announcer for the Cubs the last 16 years of his radio/television career. He died in ’98. Now, while other teams also feature the singing of the quintessential ballad of baseball, Wrigley and Cary hold cathedral ranking when the holy moment of song is blessed by Cub fans. I discovered the other night what makes the singing at Wrigley so magical. With all the hostility in the world these days, it is truly an enchanted scene when there is unity, happiness, comradery, comfort and all kinds of other good feelings that seem to bring everyone together in a sense of commonality, if for only a minute or two. While Kodak film has become a product of the past, at Wrigley there is still a Kodak Moment almost nightly throughout the summer … and each one is a homerun!