This seems odd....(and Happy Birthday Red!)

It's a Sunday morning, 9:13 or so, and I'm not at either The Waffle Shoppe or Jack Spratt.

For those of you who are confused, I eat breakfast pretty much every Sunday morning at The Waffle Shoppe on Franklin Street. This is not the Waffle Shop chain, mind you, but an actual, real life, independent, quirky little restaurant that happens to make the best pancakes around (and pretty good eggs, waffles and accoutrements, as well). If it's a Sunday I have the kids, we eat early (around 8:45 or 9) then they go to Sunday School and I go to Jack Spratt, a coffee place (again, non-Starbucks. Are you sensing a trend here?). If I don't have the kids, I'll eat later, like around 9:45.

But today Kathy and I are going to have lunch after church. When I eat at the Waffle Shoppe, I tend to over eat somewhat, but it's also usually both my breakfast and my lunch, so I don't feel so bad. But I can't eat there at 9:45 AND eat lunch at 12:30. Just not going to happen, not without the proverbial (or at least Python-ical) bucket.

So here I am, sitting at my kitchen table, having read the paper and listened to the Puzzle Master (did horribly today). And it's strangely nice. Calm. I hear the little birdies chirping outside, and am actually enjoying my semi-wooded (as much as you can get in suburbia) backyard. Ahhhhh.....

On a different note, today would have been Red Barber's 100th birthday. No, I never heard him call a Dodgers game (not even my kids think I'm that old); I associate him with his segments on NPR with Bob Edwards. They, of course, ended with Red's death, and since then NPR has, in their unfailing wisdom, removed Bob Edwards from his role as host of Morning Edition. Hmph. And now WUNC has moved his PRI show to a crazy 3pm Sunday slot, when everyone's watching sports, or working in the yard, or anything but listening to Public Radio. Double Hmph. Not that I think there's an anti-Edwards conspiracy, or anything....

So, anyway, Happy Hundreth, Red, and I hope there are camellias in bloom where you are.