Archive for August, 2015

A Walk Interrupted

August 9, 2015

I am sitting on the couch, watching bits and pieces of movies. The end of my day and the weekend.

Yesterday Carl had a game. We were disappointed to miss the Mariners honoring Jamie Moyer, pitcher extraordinaire, but we were fine with missing the Mariners dissolving in the 11th inning, losing 11-3. Today several people told Carl they saw him on the big screen yesterday. It took us a few times to figure out they were showing a bit of an interview from a few days earlier, since he was not even at the stadium.

Today we did make the game, and sat in the K section for Felix.

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And the Mariners won. Even with Rodney pitching the 8th inning. (And for those not familiar with all things baseball, Rodney is our cross to bear. No lead is safe when he is on the mound.)

Carl felt so good he suggested we walk home. This was after walking to the game as well. And sitting in the sun for nine innings.

The morning started with a short walk of about a mile for breakfast. We met Dan (nephew out of LA) and his friends Michael and Valerie (out of St. Louis) at the Portage Bay Cafe, home of steel cut oats and eggs benedict. Good food and stories.

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Yes, pictures of food.

Then back on the road, or sidewalk, for the 5-1/2 miles to reach the stadium. We were entertained by counting bikes participating in the Obliteride fund raising ride. We saw almost 150 riders on the 10 mile route.

I was really not sure about the wisdom of the walk home. I had not taken a long walk for well over a month. Starting with a loonng version …. Well we did survive.

As I said earlier, I am sitting on the couch.

Bonus for today: picking up a new used baseball mitt for Carl to replace the one that blew out again yesterday. We were browsing in the Play it Again Sports store. I pointed out a Wilson A2000 model. Apparently it is a reasonably good glove, with the right price. I only mentioned it because it reminded me of the Nimbus 3000 of Harry Potter game.

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That’s the new mitt.
And now it’s time to stand up.

The Bacon Scale

August 6, 2015

We spent the last four days sleeping in a hotel. It was a good hotel. Close to the center of our activities, relatively roomy, and wi-fi enabled. There was a game room with foosball that provided a few moments of fun, frequently at my expense. And then there was the continental breakfast. Best I have experienced in quite a while. Between the breakfast and all of the other eateries we came up with a new scorecard. The Bacon Scale. There was bacon everywhere and in everything. Burgers, eggs, salads, and of course solo.
It really should be the Bacon and Sausage Scale, as we tried many different types of sausage to go with the bacon.

We managed to see a baseball game while out and about. Imagine that. And a Mariner win to boot. (I have no idea where that saying comes from, but it sounds right.) Felix Hernandez was good but not great. It was fun to be in a different ballpark and share some time with other fans of both teams. (And Carl got four baseballs.)

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The main reason for visiting was to see Bob. The kids came too so it was a real family vacation.

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three generations

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Steve in his environment

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And now it’s back to the grind. Coming home with no further plans over the next month it feels like summer is already passing into fall.

Please be kind. This was written on my phone on the plane.