The Mariners are the only team in Major League Baseball who have never ever, not one single time, ever played in a World Series. Kids born the year they last played in even a playoff game, will graduate from high school this year.
By this time in the season, it's crystal clear that, once again, this year we have NoChanceInHell of playing past the regular season.
But this year we aren't there yet. And with every win, a teeny little bit of hope springs to life. The broadcasters carry the flag the loudest but everyone else is thinking it, too. What if. It's kind of fun. We've just won two games off a very excellent team. Of course, before that we lost two off a very horrible team. It's day to day but most very fun days.
Today's game is at 10 am. My housecleaner is coming which means I won't be home. I have a few, non-critical errands to run. I might do some and I might just find a shady spot somewhere with a breeze and listen to the game. Or put in my earbuds and walk around Costco. I should pick the latter since I cheated on the treadmill this morning. I only went 15 mins. Just because.
On the up side, I have won the 2021 insurance vs. inhaler battle!! My prescription is for 2 puffs a day from the expensive inhaler. But, the medicare drug coverage is such that once I hit $4K, that $50 inhaler starts costing me $450. 2 puffs a day gets me to $4k about May. Which means $450 a month until January. So. In January, I started 1 puff a day for most days. If I was really feeling it or needed extra (like when my brother was here) I did the full dose but otherwise, I stayed on my inhaler diet. And, now, I have enough in the larder to take me to January even if I did 2 puffs a day!! And I have about $400 til I hit $4k for other drugs or drug emergencies. Whew.
Breathing can be expensive!
Time now to shower and get dressed and ready to hit the road.
Today I needed my little jewelry wire cutters and I not only knew right where they were but they were easy to access in a drawer that is only 20% full. The perks of purging. As I have with all the other rooms, I have wandered back to the sewing room just to open a drawer or open the armoire and admire my work. Talk about sparking joy!!
But, sometimes, no joy. I cannot find Biggie's papers. I had all of the papers origin, adoption, medical for Biggie and The Smalls, in a folder and that folder is no where to be found. I'm afraid that it got accidentally purged. Not a big deal, really. More of a nice to have than a something I really need. The only other vet that Biggie has been to besides his current one is the one at the emergency surgery. And they sent his records to his vet so they are all there. And that's all that matters. But, still. My system isn't perfect.
My internet started going in and out this afternoon. About a dozen times. It was out for as long as 5 minutes and as short as 1. Finally I went to Twitter and DM's the provider who checked and saw that my modem did not have service. She rebooted it on her end. No joy. She concluded that I had no internet. And scheduled a service call. For Thursday. BTW, this is Monday. She expects me to go without internet for four days? The drugs must be crazy good at that company.
Anyway, about the time she had everything settled, the internet came back solid and has been solid ever since. There's something hinky with my modem. There are usually four or five lights lit up and there are only two. BUT... I got internet and it's a fine speed. I'm going to keep an eye on it for a couple of days. I have a little utility that logs network outages so I'll just let it keep the data. If it takes four fucking days for them to get someone out here, I'm in no hurry to call off their dogs.
The Mariner game is going way better than I anticipated so I need to get back to it.
The wildfire smoke, that is. It's still difficult to tell from just looking - is it morning fog? or smoke? And my app says it's the same as it has been for several days, on the line between ok and getting to be no ok. There is rain predicted for the end of the week. However, there is a huge chasm around here between predicted rain and moisture falling from the sky so who knows.
Much to do today. The next attack is a drawer that's going to be the most difficult. It's full of stuff that I have the hardest time parting with. Bags. Hand bags. Small zippered bags. Reusable grocery bags. I have a thing about bags. I guess since I always figured I'd turn out to be a bag lady, I just established a freakish attachment. I no longer even carry a handbag. I have enough small zippered bags to fill a dumpster and don't use a lot of them anyway. I have 8 excellent reusable grocery bags that fold up into themselves and fit nicely in my car's cubby. I don't need any others. And... yet...
So this will be a wrangle me against me.
Then there will be a trip to Goodwill. And a trip to the dumpsters. And then it will be done. With a day to spare.
Today's baseball is at 4. BUT, they gave up the last two games to one of the worst performing teams and today face one of the best. I'm not that hopeful.
I bought two giant t-shirts at Walmart last week. $4 each. To sleep in. I love them. So this morning I went to the website to buy more. I couldn't find the exact same ones at the same price so I shopped around and found 'close to' and then my brain said STOP!!!! Why in the world do you need more than 2?! Actually, why do you need 2? 1 would work fine.
I went and looked at the plain t-shirt section of my closet and discovered that there is a surplus there, too. Closed the web page, and tossed a few from the closet to the goodwill bin.
I do not need more stuff. ESPECIALLY redundant stuff that I could even make myself for free from the fabric I have on hand. Buying stuff is just too damn easy and I need to fight it.
Last night was rough. I woke up a couple of times with my hands hurting. My finger joints. They have been bugging me lately but not as bad as last night. Also in one dream Betty White told me I was wearing too much perfume when I wasn't wearing any!
August means only 4 more weeks of Summer. Actually that's no longer true but I'm going to believe it. I grew up in the south where we were lucky if it stopped being hot and humid by the end of November. At the end of the first year I lived in Seattle - 1992 - I went to visit my sister for Labor Day weekend. It was still pretty warm. I came home on Monday and on the ferry back, I nearly froze my butt off. And it did not warm up again until the end of June 1993. I was so thrilled.
These days, our warm extends to about mid-September but once August is done, it's really a short coast.
I think I'm going to give up on trying to convince Biggie to eat at least some wet food. I toss more than he eats. He's not hungry. Maybe one day I'll try again but for now, if he wants kibble, he gets kibble.
The baseball starts at 11 today. I may do laundry. I might not. I have a buffet of Chinese food to pick from for lunch... and dinner. Biggie's out in the sun on the terrace looking for the bird du jour. So far, thankfully, no joy. All is quite good here.