"Basebal has been berry berry good to me.."

Here it is the end of October and the boys of summer fade into the field of dreams. For many, they will replace the baseball games with basketball or football. Such is not the case for me. I will need to fill that gap. It is now a time of transition (again) for me. Been a lot of that going around this year...

Yesterday's Union Tribune had several articles on the fact that our Bruce Bochy has left the Padres to become the new manager for the San Franciso Giants. Whoda thunk? More changes this year. Certainly, I was disappointed, too (as are many Padres fans and players). Guess the powers that be felt that even though he had gotten the Pads to the Wetern Division play-offs two years in a row, Bruce wasn't enough. So they let me him talk to the Giants even though he had another year on his contract. Money and politics. It got me to thinking about my no longer being at Pacific CRS. And I know there are several people who have missed me being at Pacific Church. So, in many ways, I certainly could relate to Bochy's situation and how all things were pointing to the need to move on. Life imitates art, art imitates life. And so many of the classic plays presented real-life drama as fiction so that the people could learn from the stories. You can amuse yourself with guessing who played Alderson and Towers in my scenario. I can hear "Hell's Bells" playing each time Jessi stepped into duty as Board President when the going got tough; and the tough got going.

This is the point whereby I surrender the need or hope for a different past and move on.

Perhaps I should look to the Bay area...??? Hey, Bruce, do the Giants need a chaplain?

Got back this afternoon from a field trip to the Huntington Beach CRS. Today, Rev. David Phears and his congregation were taking a vote on their new name: Sangha Center for Spiritual Living. Seems like it's time for new names for churches this year. Wonder what monicker PCRS will adopt if the congregation votes in favor of dissolution. Maybe I should take on a new name to match my new life?
How about: Chai Soy Mama?

My friend, Marshall said that being Jewish when he first saw Chai tea listed, he pronounced it as one would in Hebrew or Yiddish with the guttural hocking sound that I cannot spell or reproduce in text.

Actually, my personal choice would be Autymn Soul.

In closing for tonight, Happy birthday to my grandmother, Pansy Mae Dale, who would have been 107 today.