Baseball hangover

We won. We won with a walk off home run in the bottom of the 9th. So it was good but it was not an easy win.

Since I go to the games alone, the staff has adopted me. The servers, the ushers. They chat me up and make sure I have water or whatever else I want. Even the bartender, who knows my love of ice, fills a cup and has it ready as soon as he sees me walking towards him. It's really lovely and fun and makes each game better.

The seats around me are not sold to season ticket holders. Usually the pair to my left are occupied by one off buyers but sometimes, like last night, there was a whole row to my right that was empty. Weird, but handy. One off people are different than season ticket holders. They are amazed and often overwhelmed at the opportunity. And, like last night, skirt the edge of appropriate behavior.

There is an LJer whose journal is locked so I won't name but is someone who has finally taught me a different way to look at things that annoy me. The guy next to me was young and delighted to be there and spent a fair amount of time yelling nearly inappropriate things at the Rangers players - while he held his 8/9 month old daughter in his lap. I was Judgy McJudgeship for the first few innings and then decided to enjoy his enjoying himself in however he felt was good for him. He also kept leaving his seat and instead of making his wife/girlfriend get up - she was the only thing between him and the aisle - he kept making me get up. WTF, man??? I finally worked through that by being thankful that he was making me work my ohsoignored thigh muscles. It was interesting - and all of this while we were a run behind for most of the game. See why I'm hungover???

My baby brother is 68 years old today. Contrary to my early predictions, he turned into a really excellent person. He made himself a cake. Happy Birthday bill_schubert. I'm so glad you are in my life and on live journal!

I ordered my renewal of notary public license through this all in one agency. You need insurance, and registration and a stamp. They charged the money up front. I got the insurance and the license fairly quickly. But, for some reason, they will not send the stamp. It's been nearly 2 months now. Finally yesterday, I sent yet another email explaining that if they did not send the stamp or refund me $30, I'd get my credit card company to collect the money from them. I gave them 5 days. They sent an email this morning offering free overnight shipping of the stamp or refund of the stamp money. I took the cash. I ordered a stamp from Amazon. I'm still waiting for the HOA to reimburse me - I've now received my second 'it will be done this week' notice from the guy who promised the reimbursement. I think this is the last time I'm doing this. Too much trouble chasing after people. This current commission is probably lifetime anyway. I can't imagine still being alive in 2025 when it expires.

Baseball today is an afternoon game which I will be watching here in the air conditioned comfort of my living room. My seat at the ballpark will be in full sun in 85 degrees. I feel sorry for the servers and ushers who have to work today. And almost sorry for the players but not quite.

Biggie's out bird hunting but so far has not brought any catches in here. Thank you, Biggie.

swimming in de Nile

My window blinds are insulation blinds so today I am keeping them down to help keep the heat out and give the air conditioner an assist. But, I just raised them for a bit and discovered that the terrace has a whole lotta bird feathers on it.

I'm going to believe that they are feathers that fell off the birds who are stress flapping as they escape from Biggie's clutches.

Biggie's still out there on duty. I put the blinds back down again. I don't need to see stuff.

If he wanted, I'd have my air conditioner's babies

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