MLB’s ficus tree, which(whom?) she has named George, is now in his winter quarters here at tbbsWorldHQ.

As she likes to say, “He called my name” when she bought him at Long’s or Lucky’s during our exile period in California in the 1980′s. And George lives!

So, it’s now my job to make George comfortable, starting in the vernal warmth, wherein I schlep him outside. In the autumnal chills, that now have descended into freezes, I dutifully bring George back into the warmth of the house, where he spends the winter.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

We’re now in the fall repeat cycle, and MLB is smiling.

I’ve never seen George smile, but a smiling MLB trumps a dead George any day.

Being a good husband since 1979, I faithfully remain.

-k-