I find myself tired a lot lately. Had to go nap after breakfast with friends this morning.

Hoping that a cold brew during a little Hobo(nichi Weeks) time will revive me this hot Saturday afternoon.

Thought long and hard about whether to try road-tripping to Fort Wayne tomorrow to check out Yu Darvish’s start with the High-A TinCaps. But even with the day off work, it’s almost a 4-hour drive each way for a night game, and C and I have to work the next morning.

Still looking to head over for a Sunday day game before the season is over, though. Yu (hopefully) won’t be starting then, but that’s okay.

Six months after setting this up, I am playing significant catch-up with my Hobonichi Weeks, complete with new Raygun stickers.

So, now we’re looking at a mid-July graveside service for E and a “celebration of life” reception afterward. The initial plan was to do this sometime this month, but a COVID spike in California made me especially leery of scheduling something in June. I know, it might not necessarily let up in July, but at this point, it just needs to be done.

The funeral home wasn’t much help after leaving me hanging for 2 weeks on plans for a June event, anyway. I finally have a phone appointment with them next Tuesday to work out graveside details. (I’m looking at a restaurant or event venue that will be far cheaper and have better and more generous food options than the overpriced memorial park.)

Now I have something new to distract me: ideas for an informal reception where we can eat, drink, and share stories – and where we can be as generous to friends and family as Eleanor was in life. There will be sadness, yes, but there will be food and laughter. That’s the goal, anyway.

Sometimes I just want to just scroll through a social media timeline without the pressure of a post prodding me about what I’m doing or thinking.

Guy made baseball history with 13 straight strikeouts. This is how he celebrates.

Respect.

Proud of myself for celebrating National Italian Beef Day one day late on Sunday with a Portillo’s drive-thru order.

Another weekend, another Pokemon Go Community Day with the teenager. Here’s my friend code if you’re a fellow traveler.

Our Lady of the Laser Pointer, pray for us.

Truth. ☹️

I feel seen.

A little late for this, but I still appreciate it.

It dawned on me that I haven’t posted on Facebook in months. I stayed there in large part b/c my friend Jay used it so much.

Jay died last June. My enthusiasm for Facebook waned shortly thereafter. For some reason, my interest in the site declined more after my sister died (even though she didn’t use any social media).

I probably won’t quit the site. But it feels so sad and useless to me now. And honestly, I don’t miss it that much.

F and I made Filipino-style leche flan for the first time. It’s moments like this when I miss not having Mom and my sister around to try it and tell us how to improve it.

The flan turned out great. Hoping Mom and Eleanor are proud on this Mother’s Day.

Just watched an episode of “Everybody’s in L.A.” There’s a great segment with Fred Armisen assembling a “focus group” of old L.A. punks, including Exene Cervenka of X, Mike Watt of the Minutemen, and Lee Ving of Fear. Between that and Steve Albini dying of a heart attack, I am feeling my age. 😐

Welp, we finally got out to do our “research” of Filipino dessert tastes: turon (fried banana in lumpia wrapper) and halo-halo, plus flan and ube ensaymada to go.

My kid being a particularly picky eater who isn’t terribly adventurous, she barely ate her halo-halo, and I resisted the urge to eat hers after I finished mine. At least she drank a good portion of her calamansi juice.

We Padres fans had a great Saturday evening.

This time of year means landscaping crews everywhere on my block. As early as possible. My octogenarian neighbor, honest to God, mows at least thrice a week.

I will never be as loved as much as some people in my neighborhood love their lawns.

My kid persuaded her group in baking class to have a Philippines theme for their entry in the upcoming class Cupcake Wars project. We’ll be doing some “research” at a couple of Filipino bakery/restaurants this week.

Somewhere, I hope my mom and sister are smiling down on her.

My Padres are now 14-17. So much for baseball bringing me joy.

Working in the home office on 4 hours of sleep. But there will be midday Padres baseball in the background for me. That makes up for a hell of a lot.

What brings me joy: baseball.

What comforts me: baseball.

What settles my settles my troubled mind: baseball.

My meds preclude any consumption of ibuprofen or naproxen, so I’ve resorted to using Japanese pain patches on my aches and pains. They work pretty well, but I smell like a giant vat of Vicks VapoRub.