Well, we did have the cake in Class Voice and sang Over the Rainbow and Shenandoah; Pete picked me up and took me to the Guardians. We were probably just 30 feet behind home plate and noticed that the ump put his hand on the catcher’s back when hunkering down for the pitch. No one got hit by a pitch, though one batter threw his bat into the Guardians’ dugout twice in the same at-bat; many home runs were scored, including one by Gimenez. 11-7 Cincinnati was the final score. Really we were just fascinated by how close we were to home plate. Good tickets, Pete! Thanks!

Went to the oncologist Dr. Lun today; he was nice and asked if I had any questions or concerns. BP was good @ 124/59. Got blood drawn and will see if my oatmeal-intensive diet has helped with cholesterol. So far so good on the breast cancer front.

Played all the same pieces as yesterday.

You might ask, how did I know it was God speaking to me when I had the acute schizophrenia? For there were many voices. But one way I knew is that the God-voice knew my sins, times I had behaved suboptimally with Gommy especially. Only God could have known that, for no one else was there. Just some times I should have done better.– in case people wondered how I knew that it was God speaking to me. And when I’m thinking to myself, I sound different.

Roscoe is playing viola in the attic! God bless him!

Let’s find out how Dad and Mom are doing. So long.