We finally got a piece of the pie
Kelly texted yesterday to say she didn’t know I am a baseball fan.
I said the Pirates were my grandfather’s team.
In fact, as I sat in literally the BEST seat in the ballpark …
I said let me know if you’re able to see your team, Grampy.
Not a moment later, they played “Movin’ on Up” on the loudspeaker.
Not the techno one we used to dance to at Pegasus.
But “The Jeffersons” theme.
Grampy always called Gram “Weezie.” When they moved out of the ghetto and to our beloved house on Castle Drive, he loved to sing that they were movin on up to the East Side.
So, that was nice to hear. God is a DJ, indeed.
Alas, to answer Kelly, it’s more that Pirates baseball was a Grampy thing. 
And Nats baseball was a Mom thing.
Still, K said she was jealous. Not of the baseball, but that I seem to be finding myself better than she is right now.
As I said, it seems we take turns. And we keep each other going when the other isn’t.
I like having her as a friend.
I mean, really, I don’t have many people on my Board of Directors. But boy did I get lucky when that one wandered into my life.
She’s applying to grad school right now. She got a couple rejections already, but one just called her and said your work history makes no damn sense but we had to talk to you because your references were ridiculously good.
I’ll take some credit for that. I gave her a shot and never regretted it. I just wanted them to do the same.
Maybe she won’t be so lost after all, soon enough.
Now, if I can just find my dee-luxe apartment in the sky, I won’t be either.