My housekeeper doesn’t speak any english, and absolutely considers me a madman.

My housekeeper doesn’t speak any english, and absolutely considers me a madman. But that doesn’t stop me from playing with her. So, I was inspired this morning by the perfect spheres that she rolls my socks into, and places neatly in my drawer. And I promptly used her for slow pitch practice with a half dozen of them. Whereupon said staid housekeeper chased me all over the place and stuffed them down the back of my shirt. 🙂 Small joys that make life wonderful.