Bird Waiting

The sun is out on the terrace and Biggie is on duty, so I'm expecting a bird delivery any minute.

Last night's game was a trip. The A's did not play up to their usual standards but luckily for them, the Mariners were way worse. Our pitching was horrible and our office was working hard to get to meh.

BUT, my ticket was a pandemic freebee and so not in my usual seat. This time I was on the front, freakin' row! There was maybe 15 feet between my nose and the butt cheeks of the umpire. It was wild. The row in our section had 20 seats. The Mariners majority owner and one of his staff sat two seats down. Then me. Then Sam. And the rest of the seats were empty.



See that chick there just under America's Leanest Bacon?? That's me!!!

Sam was just a random guy who bought his ticket on stubhub yesterday afternoon. He turned out to be a delightful baseball companion which made the front row seat even better. It was really wild being that close and not seeing anything but the butts of the umpire, the catcher and the batter. About midway through, Sam and I decided that if the umpire, at least, would move over or back or even out of the stadium, our pitchers would have a much easier time and we'd have a better view.

It was great as a one off. But, I really like my seat better. Missing was all the side action. The only other fans I could see were the team owner and his sidekick and they were pretty boring. (Hot dog, no bun? Water and Pepsi. - fun time, these guys!). Also, one of the perks of my seat this year is clear sight to a large TV mounted on the wall at the end of the aisle. It's quite handy to get confirmation when you think the umpire has made the wrong call ... again.

But it sure was a fun experience.

Today's big project is driving through downtown Seattle to get to Biggie's vet. Only a couple of months ago, it was a breeze. Now, I suspect that it will be the traffic clogged nightmare it was in early 2020. Oh well. I need to pick up his prescription, so I think I'll go do it now and hopefully hit between the morning rush hour and lunch rush hour.

p.s. No bird bodies in the killing field today...yet

I was wrong

Maybe my timing was perfect but it took me a total of 30 minutes from the time I left this couch until I was back on it, to go across town, through the center of town, park, pick up the prescription and come back. I got a whole lotta green lights. It was painless.

But, assuming it was going to be horrible, my thought was rather than come back the same way, I'd go to the nice Trader Joe's on that side of town. Except, I was already home before I remembered that plan. Ooops.

Oh well, I can go tomorrow.

I love my new earbuds but their little tiny case is going to get lost. In this house. Or out. And no way to 'tile' it. So I found a case with a carabiner. Now I'm protected.



I have now read just one too many stories about fully vaccinated people getting more than just mile cases of COVID. I have not been religious about mask wearing lately. That's changing today. I'll not be leaving the house with a naked face again for a while.

The killing field remains barren and now the sun is gone but Biggie's still on point. He's out there hiding from them but ready. It's his version of a hunter's blind.

More bird data

So just now - 8 pm - full sun gone from the terrace. It's still daylight but shaded out there. One of those gray birds just flew into the glass door. He then flew away and two of his brethren perched on the railing for a long while.

Bird intel must be that Biggie has gone to bed early, as he is wont to do, under the bed in the bedroom.

But, flying into the glass door is not your Mensa move.