how many days this time?

whatever, aye?... this is today, whatever the date or time or day or rhyme… and just returning from a mixed bag weekend softball tournament down south in sunny ft. lauderdale (which would so easily add to your confusion if you don’t know me and delved into a search as some of us are apt to do to learn more via the internet instead of asking directly, aye?... what? lol lam laa :) on most every level (except the most important, but then, alas, the things we do, or don’t do, for love, cha cha cha know?) and three physical wounds are aching and healing (inner thigh/knee bruise, left pectoral bruise, and two bruised fingers on the pitching hand) and the drama continued to explode around us as our coach seems to find it (or it finds him) wherever we go every season and the bi-polar life that is this human experience continues (and a thousand words later, we might start to understand, but who has the time, aye?)...

where do we begin (to tell the story?)…