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I have some great friends. I'm not a social butterfly by any stretch of the imagination. But I do have a few very close friends. I have one that is just amazing to me. Last night, came over, noticed I had laundry baskets out on the living room floor, "doing laundry?" "well, I was, but I had one problem, no quarters" immediately stands up and starts digging through pockets, "sorry, but all I could find was ten dollars worth" stacks them neatly on my floor and won't take them back. 

I went to the softball game last night. My brother plays and it was a bit of nostalgia sitting in those cold, metal bleachers watching the men play ball, as I had watched them as teens play ball years ago. When we were in high school Ellie and I would walk to the ball park and watch the boys play. Nightgames were great fun, and they still are. It was a blast watching them play. They all love the game and you can tell by the way they play. Watching the outfielders crash into each other in a scramble to get to the ball, line drives right into the pitcher's leg, the taunting and the teasing. One of the player's sons they let play, looks so small out there with those big players. But that kid can play. Homeruns, beautiful basehits, triples, beautiful throws from outfield to home. And everyone cheering him, and then his mom who is sitting in the bleachers with all of us. And at the end of the 7th inning, both teams not wanting to quit, so playing another round. No score, no pressure, the best plays were made during that time. Righties batted left, lefties batted right, homeruns were scored on basehits, triples were made on bunts, slides, dust clouds, running, catching, laughing. Everyone enjoying the game and not worrying about the score. Just beautiful.

So I'm starting to explore the world of twitter. I think it can be useful, for those little one line thoughts I want to explore, toss, get feedback on, perhaps, like mini blogging. 

I just finished another book, it was good, emotionally rending, its My Sister, My love, by Joyce Carole Oats. I can't really describe it, just that it was excellent. Hard to read because of the raw emotion of the main character. But still good.

Ok, slight confession, I'm fascinated by astrology, and astronomy. But astrology, I find fascinating, I don't necessarily believe that the stars predict fate and whatnot, but I love mythos, and that is a branch of myth. I find it fascinating how many different interpretations of a singular subject there are. At opposite ends of the spectrum, one gemini website says "you are shy, but intelligent" another says "you are outgoing and persuasive". I guess thats the curse of being the "twin" sign. Opposite sides of a coin, oh well.

Ok, I think I can sleep now, if not I'll be up writing again.