when i am a hundred

the old guy who adopted me when i was 14 years old (after entering my life when i was ten or so years younger) was born on this date... too bad he died late last year or he'd have been a centagenarian, centurian, centipede, whatever, however it might be spelled... too bad his sons apparently became like him and somehow usurped his will... too bad the woman he married who adopted me and had a ton of money died before he did so all her money went to him and therein his sons... i knew she lied when she said i was in her will, but that's the way that family was... anyway, it's the number 100 that i find interesting... i wonder if i will live to 100... i doubt it...

not as somber as it might seem here, actually... just getting home from softball (subbed in for a friend's team) and went 2 for 2, a triple and a double, and five rbis and one run scored (they left me on third after my triple)... the game was called after two innings cuz we were up by 20 runs... good night, though i would have liked to play longer... long day at work with many complications (and still getting phone calls)... anyway, good day, better night, busy, tired, feeling good...

wonder if i will still be playing softball when i am a hundred... whatever... whatever is such a good place to be for me cuz i care more than ever there, just not needing anything... i miss needing a little, sometimes more, seldom a lot these days... too busy... alas and all, but whatever inspires my giggles...