RaisingDad

  My granddaughter is six now, but back before her last birthday she said something that gave me a chuckle.      She's not a picky eater, but she won't eat what she doesn't like. She WILL, however, give something a try.      When I was a kid, I didn't like liver, but I used to suffer through it by drowning it in ketchup.      "What's  that? " my granddaughter wanted to know.      "Liver," I told her. "You want some?"      "Sure," she said, so I cut her a small piece.      By the disgusting face she made, she didn't like it.      " Ugh! " she said, spitting it out. "It tastes like  COVID!"   RaisingDad JimDuchene.BlogSpot.com RaisingMyFather.BlogSpot.com @JimDuchene  

as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine I've told you before, but my father likes to watch the very expensive MLB channel my beautiful wife is kind enough to force me to buy for him.       I know baseball is our national sport, but I personally don't understand its appeal. How can a game that lasts so long and passes so slow be so popular? However, that’s not a fault in the game. That’s a fault in me. You see, I was born missing the sports gene.      My guess to why my father spends so much of his elderly life watching baseball is that it slows down time for him. Now that the finish line to his life is fast approaching, he's looking for anything to slow it down, and baseball fits that bill.      I’ll join him in front of the TV sometimes, and that’s where I was when my beautiful wife came back into the house after a trip to the mailbox. She handed my father a letter from his brother who lives in another stat...