There’s no joy in Metsville. Yesterday was one of the most painful losses I even attended. The Mets scored five runs before there were two outs in the bottom of the first. That’s great. But they never scored and hardly got any hits after that. In the meantime, the Pirates, the worst team in baseball, managed to chip away at the lead and then took the lead with two runs in the top of the ninth. My beloved Mets lost 6-5.
It wasn’t all bad. I timed my commute right and when I got there Dunkin’ Donuts was giving out munchkins and iced coffee. It was only two munchkins, and the ice coffee wasn’t much more than a shot glass, but it’s always nice getting something for nothing. Too bad the coffee was sweetened. I love DD coffee but it’s still not as good as mine. I also get a free soda every game in return for promising to not drink and drive. While that’s nice in and of itself the woman that served it was remarkably cheerful and friendly with a radiant smile. That always makes me happy. As I was walking to the subway I passed these two very stylishly dressed men. I was thinking of saying something to them but before I did one of them complimented me on my “You Gotta Believe” Mets shirt. After that I had to tell them how impressed I was with their outfits. They said looking good is important but so is being dressed comfortable like I was. It’s namaste, the light within me acknowledging the light within you. People can brighten your day.
I have missed too many days walking of late so on the way home I got off the subway three stops early and took my Donut Walk™, that means Krispy Kreme. It was a good eating day. I had hameggandcheese for breakfast, brought a peanut butter sandwich and mandarin oranges to the game, had the munchkins and donut holes, and for dinner made hot dogs with mac & cheese. Last time the cheese sauce was too runny, this time it came out perfectly. That reminds me I have to buy more cheese. I’ve become a snob and won’t make it with pre-shredded cheese, I have to do it myself. That’s a grate way to make mac & cheese.
It’s one week until my birthday and have no plans. Who has an idea? I should not have put it off so long. It’s a bit one, I’ll be 2⁶ years old. I’d have to set a record to reach the next power of two.
Wise Madness 