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The air is so thick and heavy I wish I had an oxygen canister. I've been cleaning and doing chores all day in preparation for Joan-west's visit. My cleaning lady didn't show up today, of course. Anyway, I am drenched with sweat. Notes from the Garden Club ladies of the condo complex are appearing in the front hall and I feel like I should go out and finish pruning the darn bittersweet (which I did not plant) and pick up all the cigarette butts the Beans of Egypt Maine have dropped on my back walk and the parking lot every time they barbecue meat - that is everyday. The garden club ladies memo specifically mentions cigarette butts. I have a weird question. Don't we pay condo fees so we can hire someone to sweep up the cigarette butts (which shouldn't be there anyway)? Just wondering.
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Having the whole day off to clean has made a big difference. My office is now nearly transformed into a guest room. Clean sheets and towels are at the ready. The clutter is de-cluttered. The dishes are washed. But alas, the bittersweet is not pruned. And it's time to go to the Lowell Spinners game with Kevin and the kids and his friend and her daughter, which is infinitely more fun than pruning bittersweet and definitely more worthwhile. |
The Spinners and the Pittsfield Mets were well matched, and the game bounced back and forth with lots of action - hits, errors, a balk... I started out keeping score, but sort of lost interest in it around the 4th inning. Ever since I read Doris Kearns Goodwin's memoir (which Charla gave me for Christmas last year) I've had this romanticized notion that I would teach the nieces how to keep score like Goodwin's father taught her. Of course, the Lowell Spinners don't have the romantic patina of misty nostalgia that the Brooklyn Dodgers have, so it wouldn't be the same anyway. Nobody is going to write a memoir suffused with the glory days of the New York-Penn League. And the Dodgers didn't have the Canaligator running around the bases between innings racing a toddler.
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They had that bizarre inflatable sumo suit thing between innings again. I guess they do it at every game. The suits are so stiff the wearers can hardly walk, let alone wrestle. They have to be carried onto the field by a motorized cart and helped to their feet by attendants. Then they just sort of crash into each other and fall on top of one another and the crowd noise determines the winner. They try for take downs like in regular wrestling, not to push the opponent out of the ring like in sumo. Tonight's contestants decided to take on the Canaligator as a team. When it showed up ringside they ran out of the ring after it and dove at it (him? her? does the Canaligator have a gender?) [Note Canaligator at right of photo] |
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