It’s Sunday morning and it is still chilly out there. The wind is blowing, as is usual, and it seems ready to rain. Not a nice day I’m afraid.

I’m watching “The Natural” on TV and my sons have baseball practice this morning at 9am. It’s going to be a bit lousy out there for them. But that’s baseball!

We have the usual springtime stupid birds on the outside window ledge tapping their hard little beaks against the glass and waking up me and my wife. Stupid birds think that their reflections are either potential mates or potential rivals and therefore threats. They seem fearless and afraid all at the same time.

Threats. We all worry during our lives about threats. In fact it seems that we are far too often dominated by the threat—of threats. And we live our lives therefore with the appropriate fear. First come the threats, then comes the fear. We remain stuck in life dominated by the threat of fear brought upon us by the fear of threats. Or something like that.

How many among us do anything to break out of this cycle? What have you done to overcome your fears or remove the threats from your lives? You should do something you know.

My fears are well known to me. The threats are very clear and many have been removed either by time or even some by me. Maybe it’s just that I am older now and all the other fears and threats begin to fall away. Wiser and more understanding of the fact that a lot of this just doesn’t matter all that much in the end.

I love this movie but I still have a hard time seeing Robert Redford as a great, great ballplayer. Gary Cooper, maybe, but not Robert Redford. Uh oh, Hobbs is beginning to fall into a slump. He’s becoming afraid maybe.

So I have been away for a few days. I need to get back to writing here on a more regular basis like I was doing in the past. Once the day gets away from me it is hard to recover it though I really have no valid excuse.

Excuse me for a moment while I go chase away that stupid bird for like the seventh time.

I’m back. Hobbs is getting close to seeing the Lady in White. What does that symbolize exactly? Maybe it’s an angel, sent to help him overcome his fears and all that ails him. He just blasted a shot that shattered the clock on the scoreboard at Wrigley. What a ballplayer. Looks like he overcame his fear or sidestepped the threat.

Just got the word that practice for my sons has been cancelled. It isn’t nice out there but I think the kids could still have practiced. They all need it. Easy for me to say I suppose as I don’t have to go out and play in the windy cold with possible rain. A baseball sure can hurt in this type of weather. I used to fear that a bit. I suppose that my kids do as well.

Maybe we can go do some indoor practice instead. There are always alternatives to things I suppose. Sometime you just have to think about it or look long enough. Life always has a way of providing a different way if you believe just enough and look hard enough, long enough. Belief and hard work. Rare these days.

Babble on. It’s time for me to go now that I have told you where I have been; sort of.

Life begins to take on a certain calmness and serenity as the threats and fears fall away. I am indeed left with fewer as fades each passing year. The ones that remain mostly involve my family, especially my sons. And then there still remains one from which none of us can ever escape.

But I am not going to worry about that one just now. There is always time later to be afraid.