1st and 2nd re-designed versions of my self-published book

If you prefer to buy through Amazon, my little self-published book is available there now via this link: https://www.amazon.com/Winning-Battle-Mental-Illness-compassionate/dp/154398780X/

You can search for Daniel A. Popovich or the book's title on Amazon or Bookbaby.com as well.

It was very educational and therapeutic to write and self-publish even such a small book. Not to mention fun.

This is the redesigned 2nd edition. (Also available on Amazon or Bookbaby.com.

 

I got a chance to take a look at some pictures of our old tomato garden today. (Yes, those three pictured are actually tomatoes. They are German or Sausage tomatoes that we are only able to find at one tiny Amish farmer's greenhouse about 45 minutes from our former home.)

Anyway, it took a real effort to get the soil ready, and these were planted back at the end of May, and by July, the harvest was on its way.

After that, we'd be enjoying some homegrown tomato salads (We liked to cut them up with salt, pepper, fresh garlic, olive oil, and a touch of vinegar.) If that's not healthy, then I don't know what is.

Not just the food, but the whole "process" and "mechanism" (terms that I don't like to use for something as beautiful to us as this)

We were blessed, but alas, I am an apartment dweller now.

Great food and great memories.

Baseball game: A lazy Sunday summer poem

 

Sitting here with fam'ly round

We watch the game and cheer the sound

Relaxing joy to chat and see

Th' purpose of eternity

What? Baseball? Existential bliss?

That's true when our teams winning

Makes us forget that work awaits

Our price for lives of sinning

But oh today. Yes oh right now.

We're up by seven runs

There's only one more inning to go

This certainly is fun.

I know we're remiss

For not being serious

How dare we watch a game

When all the world is goin' to pot

Believe me we have not forgot

That so many are those that just have not

But for this break we've sincerely fought

That all may share with all the lot

Don't grind

Don't plow

Don't pound to dust

En-joy-ment is an essential must

Everything in its time

T'every thing there's a season

Right now our team is winning one

A simple, childlike reason

For resting "little grey cells"

And smiling that we may

Rest because God told us to

Remember it is Sunday.