Passing the Buck.

Howdy. The house is quiet, Sam and mom are playing cards in the dining room and I might go back to bed after I write this post.

They did it. The Texas Rangers won game five of the World Series last night 4 to 2, but it was a nail-biter until the very last pitch — a situation made even worse by FOX-TV’s dull-as-mud announcer Joe Buck spewing an exhausting litany of nonstop crap stats, such as “He has the biggest feet in the American League West and since 2004 has never successfully stolen a base in any post-season game where the national anthem was sung by a brunette.” And just between us, I think Joe Buck was Gumby’s twin separated at birth. It’s something about their necks.

Game six is in St. Louis on Wednesday. GO RANGERS!

We’ll be taking mom somewhere wonderful for lunch today — I vote for Royal China — but our activities for the rest of the week will depend on an incoming weather system. Today will still be perfect with a high of 85° and lots of sun. Starting tomorrow, though, we’ve got thunderstorms coming in the afternoon followed by a genuine cold front and a full day of RAIN AND WIND on Thursday with a high in the 50s. (Rain! Yay!) On Friday after all the hoo-hah dies down mom wants to go back to the Choctaw Casino because yesterday was definitely BIG FUN for all of us even though nobody had much luck at the slots except yours truly. I won enough to pay Sam back the $40 he gave me for gambling with a swell little profit for myself.

I suppose I should go back to sleep for a while. I’m done writing, I don’t feel like playing cards and it’s way too early to get motivated about anything else, such as laundry, making the bed or eating breakfast. Wake me at 9. Thank you for reading this.