Go Pirates

My beloved Pittsburgh Pirates are off to a good start for the third straight season.  Hopefully, this year they won't fall apart down the stretch.

The Pirates are my team because they were Dad's team.  They were his team because during World War II major league teams didn't hold spring training in Florida-- the war effort had commandeered the trains-- so the Pirates held spring training in Muncie, and Dad would go watch.  Also, when I was young, the Pirates were really good.  They won two World Series in the 1970s, and could've played in a couple more except for that Big Red Machine from Cincinnati.

Working Through My Problem

My urination is still a problem, but it's getting better.  Now, I can regularly go three or four hours or more between urinations.  That's progress.

It's still painful to go that long, but less so than before.  It worries me to wait that long, too, but I guess I'll just have to get over that.

Pacers In Eastern Finals

The Pacers start the Eastern Finals against the Heat tomorrow night.  I think they have a real chance to win that series.

There's a chance the NBA Finals this year could feature two old ABA franchises, the Pacers and the San Antonio Spurs.  The Spurs have obviously done better in the NBA, but the Pacers were sort of the Boston Celtics of the ABA.  A Pacers-Spurs matchup would be fun.

Company Woes

I've had problems recently with one of the companies that provides me with aides.  Saturday, the company seems not to have been able to find somebody to cover my dinner shift, so it simply didn't send anybody.  I had to email Janeka that nobody had shown, and she got Yodit to come.

Today, the company sent no one for my lunch shift.  I called Janeka on my cell to let her know, and she called the company.  An aide finally came over an hour late.  Tiffany, the aide who normally has that shift, told me Saturday she wouldn't be here today because she had to take her son to the doctor, so the company had days to get somebody else.  It failed to do so.

Several descriptive words for the company come to mind, but I won't use any of them.

Back To The Monon

Johneice and I went back to the Monon Trail last evening.  This time, we went the opposite way from before.  It's a nice stretch, but so far I've seen no eating places along the Trail.

We also saw a balloon in the air.  Johneice called it a blimp, but I think it was a hot air balloon.  Of course, her eyes are younger than mine.

Bingo

They hold regular bingo games in this building, and my aide Johneice suggested I might want to play.  She said it'd be fun.

Well, no.  You don't really play bingo.  Bingo plays itself.  You just sit there.  The game would play out the same way no matter who was watching the cards, as long as everyone paid the required bit of attention.  It's boring.

Small Mall

Last evening, Johneice and I continued our travels by going over to the little mall across the street.  We were scouting out eating places, and found a Penn Station sub shop.

I'm a little leery about crossing the street in my power chair because I lack real speed at the moment.  I feel like a bit of a sitting duck.  Johneice tries to turn up the speed, but hopefully we can get it going even faster.  That would also increase my range.