Cryptic messages from Lechmere put fridge ETA at Friday 8/9. Meanwhile, I eat out.
Sometimes I get so busy trying to have a life that I don't have time to write about it.
After getting totally soggy at the first two innings of the Lowell Spinners game on Saturday night, Nancy and I came back to my place and listened to the Red Sox on the radio. As hard as it was raining in Lowell, it wasn't raining at all in Boston. Go figure. We collapsed into bed early - getting soaked to the skin despite umbrellas is tiring.
Sunday morning we were up bright and early to grab breakfast before heading over to North Parish to hear Tom talk about Emerson at the 9:00AM lay-led service. I was quite proud of myself for actually getting there. Leaving the house before 9:00 AM is a stretch for me lately. Leaving my bed at 9:00AM is a stretch. Tom did a great job of getting people talking about Emerson's ideas. Julie says Emerson is the closest thing to a saint Unitarians have. Worth getting up early for.
After lunch we headed to West Warwick for the Rhode Island Tigersharks vs the Bangor Blue Ox. Oil Can Boyd is the pitching coach and sometime pitcher for the Blue Ox and has long been one of my favorite players. He loves the game and it shows. The Blue Ox are the best team in the Northeast League. The Rhode Island Tigersharks are well, umm, not ready for prime time. Despite that, they actually beat the Blue Ox in the first game of the double header. We were sitting amongst family of some of the Tigersharks and they were critical of Tigershark management. It was a blast to watch anyway.
Between games, Oil Can signed autographs. I had him autograph my scorecard and told him my story about meeting his brother Don while standing in line for the bumper cars at Boardwalk and Baseball in Florida. He remembered the year (which I didn't - it was '88). It seemed kind of sad to see the Can reduced to a sideshow to promote indpendent baseball but on the other hand several of his family members were there having a fun, cozy, family time.
Between games we stood in line for doughboys (malasadas, fried dough, whatever you call it) among players from both teams who were ordering cheeseburgers. Since I'm vegetarian I can't comment on the cheeseburgers but the malasadas were the best I've ever had. Cooked fresh right there in the concession stand while you wait. Bad for you but oh so tasty.
After a couple of innings watching the Tigersharks pitcher get shelled (he played the whole first game at second and then started the second game on the mound - one of the decisions the families in the stands were questioning) I was too tired to stay and way too tired to drive all the way back to the North Andover edge of the universe so I stayed at Nancy's.
Nancy took Monday as a vacation day and we drove up the New Hampshire seacoast to Odiorne Point. Beautiful but tiring. After dinner at Ciro's in Newburyport, I drove her back to Providence and tumbled into bed. When I woke up this morning, Nancy had long since left for work. I headed home to feed Wilbur and hang out wondering how to survive fridgelessness, how to get to Vladivostok, how to feed Joan this weekend without a fridge, and where on earth the summer has gone. When I get back from Russia it'll be Labor Day weekend, the official end of summer in New England. Yikes!