Time flies when the Red Sox
are still playing in October, not to mention playing late
into the night preventing me from getting a good night's
sleep. Wow! Wow! Wow! I haven't had this much fun
watching baseball since I went out to Anaheim in 1986 for
the ALCS - you know, the game where Dave Henderson hit
that home run... I've been cheering approximately as loud
as I did that day for what seems like the entire month of
October this year.
So yesterday the cable installer
came at 10 minutes of 11:00. Of course I'd been up since
8:00 despite my lack of sleep in order to be dressed and
caffeinated by 9:00 in case he came at the 9:00 part of
the scheduled 9 to 11 slot. No longer am I the only
person in America without cable tv and broadband
Internet. I don't know if this changed the Red Sox's
fortunes, now that I can see them without static and
ghost players, or it's just coincidence that they lost
the first game I watched on cable. Hope I haven't
disturbed the fabric of the universe. :-)
In other news of my so-called life:
I successfully made the apple curry
with the right amount of turmeric last weekend after my
first
disastrous attempt. I have
not yet emailed corrections to Vegetarian
Times.
I finished reading Sea Room,
which I started back on the
day I fell, which became
the day I discovered Charles St. John. Now that I've
finished it plus every published word of Charles St. John
I have no choice but to make my shoulder work
again.
The turkey vulture is still here -
as of 5:25 PM when he buzzed the parking lot - though his
brethren are migrating all over the place.
I'm still grounded and getting
wicked cabin fever. Somehow I can't organize myself to
make three bus connections to get out of town. On the
other hand, I'm exploring the wonders of downtown North
Andover as well as Lawrence. Apparently North Andover is
a hotbed of Harley-Davidson enthusiasts. At the bakery
where I while away the 25 minutes between the time the
bus gets me to Sutton Street and the time of my physical
therapy appointment I keep running into an older guy (mid
to late 70's) who drives a relatively new Harley with
more chrome on it than you can shake a stick at. And at
Val's the counter is littered with motorcycle magazines
and the walls decorated with Harley memorabilia and corny
"parking for Harley-Davidson only" signs and the like.
How could I have lived in this town for 22 years and not
realized it's Hog Central?
Must sleep, must look for job, must
cook dinner, must drop everything for the Cubs-Marlins
game. You do all realize that a Cubs-Red Sox World Series
can never end, right? The 7th game will go into infinite
extra innings until the end of time.
Oh, and isn't it interesting that
the universe is actually a soccer ball?
