That would be Dick Fitzgerald.

Not to be confused with the Edmund Fitzgerald, which is a big part of where Rey is currently employed.

Edmund Fitzgerald

Dick turned 80 years young last week.
He is one of the regular pitchers on Carl’s 55 and over baseball team.

Tonight, to honor probably the best 80 year old pitcher in the country, Dick got to throw out the first pitch at the Mariner game. [The next pitcher to take the mound after Dick got it warmed up was Felix Hernandez.] And his catcher was not a Mariner, but his regular catcher – Ken Combs (a youngster at 73).

Dick pitching to Ken

Here is my somewhat shakey video of tonight’s festivities.

Here is a much better description, by a local news station a few years ago.

Dick got as high as AAA a few years ago, and was actually called up to the big leagues, only to have the pitcher he was to replace decide he did not need to go onto the disabled list after all. So close. But had that happened we would not have the happy circumstance of being able to play with this wonderful person. For a better biography (brief) – click here.

The Mariners lost. Surprise, surprise. Except that IT WAS FELIX. Hernandez that is.
But it was a great time. Several current, past, teammates and opponents were on hand. It was like the six degrees of separation from Mr. Fitzgerald. Great fun!

So life is busy, but that doesn’t mean I have anything interesting to talk about. Work, work. Watch the mariners lose. Again. Wait – I haven’t checked today. Oh, yeah, they just started. ( I am not at the game today, still at the office, though obviously not working. ( Waiting for my carpooler.))

So I’ll tell you a short tale of a certain boy and his squirrel companion.

Our cabin in the great north woods is rather old, and a simple log cabin to boot. It is well loved by many, and well cared for by the second generation to have charge of the place. However, there are a few chinks that show up each year and call for chinking.

We know this because every year there is evidence that we are sharing this space with a few creatures that should really be in a more out of doors space.

The youngest of generation three was the first to check on who had wintered over on the inside. She dispatched with the mice, who had already really departed. And she noted the presence of one of their slightly larger cousins. Now I am not sure whether there was direct visual confirmation or only indirect evidence. But no progress was made on encouraging them to move out before the task was abandoned.

About a week later generation four arrived to take up residence for an extended time. During the first day there was no time to address the interloper, other than to say hello. But over the next several days things got more serious.

The trap was found and baited.

First try involved Doritos.
Apparently Doritos are not on this particular squirrel’s diet plan.

The second and third and fourth tries included said Doritos plus an addition of some peanut butter. It appeared that peanut butter was on the approved food list.

The trials went from using the Doritos to scrape the peanut butter off of the trap mechanism to licking it directly to sticking bits of Doritos onto the peanut butter on the mechanism.

Then the boy got serious and scientific. He spent some time thinking like a squirrel. The Doritos were removed and the peanut butter was painted on as many parts of the mechanism as seemed reasonable.

SUCCESS! (look closely)

Wise Squirrel

Then the boy took his new friend for a ride. To a cemetery. The squirrel was still kicking. Rey had done his homework on agitated squirrels. Paper underneath to keep the seat dry, and a towel above to keep things calm.

It seemed that the peanut butter had not been enough to sate the beast and he started pulling the towel in for a bite. The boy yelled that this was not acceptable, and the squirrel stopped.

So what we had for a winter guest was a furry beast that uses tools and understands english.  When offered the opportunity to leave the car he was anxious to do so.

And back in Seattle the raspberries are ripe.

First pickings

And this morning I swore I put on blue jeans, but this afternoon I noticed they were black.

Once again Rey has figured out how to meet his obligations and still spend the summer up north. I am looking forward to the time when I can once again head north at the first sign of summer, and stay until fall. Of course this means the chance of freezing mornings, and possibly sharing the cabin with critters who have not realized that winter has gone.

Congratulations Rey for making the moves to spend a few months at the cabin. We will join you as soon as we can. In the meantime, happy birthday.

Just a bit chilly – but only some of the time.

Why wouldn’t you want to be here

FELIX Hernandez is pitching today. A 6 o’clock game against the Boston Red Sox.  That is the Seattle Steelheads against the Royal Giants. It’s a turn back the clock game.

A reasonably nice day so we thought we would take a stroll to the park.

Even before that we strolled to breakfast at the Olympic. You see, it is the end of a Mariner home stand, and our house is in a state of disarray and groceries are in short supply.

On the way to the stadium we stopped of at a birthday party for a neighborhood 10 year old. Bacon cheese burger to go please. Looked like it was going to be a good party, but we decided to continue downtown.

Nothing too remarkable about the walk. About six to seven miles, temperature in the sixties, cloudy. Good walking weather. One stop at Starbucks. More for the restroom, but picked up a latte since we were there.

Early entrance for season ticket holders, so we got into the stadium about 3:10. Time to rest my weary legs.

Got an autograph from Carson Smith for an usher.

Went out to right field to sit through batting practice. It was going to be crowded so I set myself up in the second to last row and pulled out a book. Carl and the boys were roaming the lower rows. After a few pages something made me look up. Just in time to see a ball, briefly, and then it hit me in leg, just above the ankle.
OUCH.
The guy that retrieved the ball handed it to me. A small prize to go with a bruise.
And I got a bag of ice to go with it. What is really confusing is that I had a mitt on my hand, and my feet were behind the seat in front of me.

The ice has melted and I gave the ball away to a fan who’s sister was celebrating her 50th birthday.

The bruise remains.

You really can’t see anything. I think the colorfulness will come later.

Almost got hit a second time by a ball that deflected around the section. It hit a person in front of me instead.

When the balls stopped flying out of the ballpark we decided to take a walk inside the park, up to the third level. I had tried to get up there earlier, but while they let us in the stadium early, we don’t have run of the entire area. If we did I would not have been trying to read my book and would not have caught the ball with my leg.

I wanted to get up high to try and see the kayaktavists protesting the artic drill rig currently hanging out in our harbour. They were expecting 1000 kayaks and I thought it would be a sight worth seeing. The drill rig was certainly visible. It is huge. But if there were kayaks they were hidden by buildings between us and the water.

The game is underway, end of the third inning. Boston 2, Mariners 1. All solo home runs.

So I do know I missed mother’s day. I blame a combination of a cold and the Mariners being in town.

I did get a nice floppy sun hat care of the Mariners while enjoying Felix Hernandez’s pitching prowess from a sweet suite on Sunday. And I did get to talk with my mother and the kids. If you include Saturday and make it a weekend.

On Monday my main task at work was to get a contract out to a surveyor. They are surveying a property we own, and getting ready to sell. I want them to identify the underground water system locations that we will mark for them. But there were two wells, an elevated water tank, settling tank, water mains to two pressure zones and a hydrant. And most of the facilities have been abandoned for more than 30 years.

So I dug into the archives and found drawings from 1952 and 1961, pictures from 1973, an aerial photo from 1985, and quizzed 2 employees who were involved with various stages of removing bits and pieces of the old structures. I think I came up with a realistic idea of what may be in the ground. I wonder if I will be graded by the eventual owner when they start digging around.

How did I do Rey?

No longer eligible for parental medical coverage.
But that’s okay, gainfully employed and has her own.
We are proud, but miss having the responsibility of taking care of our little one.

OK, so I am a control freak!

Happy Day!

Hope you get to

have some fun.

This is the second half of our trip home.
It happened on Monday, but I was too tired to manage a post that evening, and then it was just a bit busy here.

To recap: On our trip to Colorado our flight was delayed so we arrived two hours early.
This was due to getting rescheduled on a direct flight, skipping the Sacramento stop.
Return trip did include Sacramento.

This meant that the second half took us up the west coast.
We sat on the right side of the plane (east) to try to catch a glimpse of Mt. Rainier as we came into Seattle.

We got Mt. Rainier and 8 more volcanoes.

Shasta, Diamond, Bachelor, Sisters, Hood, Adams, St. Helens and Rainier. (Crater Lake too, but no pictures.)
[Pardon the poor camera quality, and a dirty window as well.]

And they decided to come in reverse order!

Home again

Rainier

St. Helens

Adams + St. Helens + Rainier

Adams

Hood + Adams

Hood

Sisters + Hood

Sisters

Diamond (close), Bachelor and Sisters

Shasta

In other news on sights to see, I sat through 45 minutes to go a few miles today on the way home. Turns out the traffic jam inducing event are boats lining up for Saturday’s Opening Day of Boating Season at the Montlake Cut. Opening Day includes boat parades, crew races, and traffic jams. As I was finally getting to see the boats myself, an eagle flew over and landed on a light post as I passed under. I guess that was payment for waiting 45 minutes because of a boat blockade.

Sacramento here we are.
Right back where we were supposed to be a few days ago.

We essentially reversed our route from Thursday. Except that we actually went are going through Sacramento this time. All flights full and on time.

Fort Collins was welcoming, it even tried to make us feel at home by raining yesterday. It was good to check in with Bob, and to share space, time and brief moments including Doris.

Yesterday we spent some of the time bouncing between Denver, Chicago and Seattle teams on the telly. Perhaps luckily for us, the televised half of the Seattle teams were the Sounders and not the Mariners.

Hanging out in airports almost lets us stay in travel mode. Work is still at arms length. That reality can wait for the morning.

We have been able to spend a good amount of time with Bob over the past few days. Lots of reminiscing and going over good memories.

Comfortable setup here at MacKenzie Place. Good meals and cozy rooms to sit in.

As Ashlan had predicted, Bob put us to work helping reorganize parts of his apartment. There are many administrative bits and pieces that Bob and brother Steve are tackling. We get to focus on the easy bits.

Getting together with each other is the best part.

Off to spend a few days with Bob, Carl’s father in Ft. Collins. We were transported to the airport in style by Chauffeur Mark. Got us there in plenty of time.
We had decided to go with carry-on luggage, even though we could check bags for free. This was due to a relatively short time to get our bags and make the 8PM shuttle. (The next shuttle would be at 9.)
It looked like our plane was going to be populated by giggling teenagers. A volleyball team and an orchestral group. Of course this was flight one, to Sacramento. About a 1+ hour layover.
Then I noticed a half hour delay. Still manageable. Then it stretched to1-1/2 hours, and we would be out of luck. So I stretched my legs over to customer service. As it turned out, a direct flight to Denver had also been delayed, and there was room for two more.
So, due to our delay, we arrived 2 hours early.
And we should get to check in with Bob tonight.

Now for news of a more mundane sort. Carl can be seen in a scene from Wednesday’s Mariner win. This is from the Seattle Times I believe.

If you can enlarge this, check out Carl’s expression.

You can see a bit of Pooh’s quilt work on the rail. Bonus question – what flag is next to the quilt.
I am there as well, but obscured by Kevin.
All for now. Hard to type on a phone in a jiggling shuttle.