March 6th, 2018


I've loved watching baseball since I was a little little girl and sat next to my Grandpa on his screened in back porch in Oklahoma City. Dizzy Dean and Peewee Reece were former players who had morphed into broadcasters and they made Sunday afternoons a spellbinding treat. Also Coke. If you were very quiet (and so didn't get kicked out of the room), at the 7th inning stretch you got a bottle of ice cold Coke. The Coke was a rare treat in itself BUT you got to drink it right out of the bottle. And Grandpa, an adult, drank his right out of the bottle, too. Amazingly wonderful rare joy. The whole package.

My Mom, Grandpa's daughter, helped nurture my love for the game. She was a huge Mets fan. In 1969 they lived in Manhattan and the Mets went to the World Series - major miracle there. I was in college. An old college friend of hers flew in to go to the games with her (Daddy was massively indifferent to all sports except gin rummy and backgammon.) After every game, Mom and Mary Ivan would call me, long distance, at school, to fill me in on the score and the highlights.

I have so many wonderful baseball memories. When I moved to Seattle 26 years ago, I moved across the street from the Kingdome - the home of the Mariners and became their fan. You don't love the Mariners for all their World Series trophies. They have been in the major leagues for more than 40 years now and have never, not one single time, gotten to the World Series. They have played in a few elimination playoff games but not gotten close. Their last playoff game was in 2001.

You don't love them for their victories. You love them for their players and well, just because. Ken Griffey, Jr. played for the Mariners in a couple of stints and was fabulous to watch play and fun to have on the team.

But, Ichiro was a force. He was signed to the Mariners with much conversation. Who was this guy? Hot shot star in Japanese baseball but... Baseball people here said he'd never make it in American baseball. I remember some ESPN blowhards all agreeing that Ichiro would quickly fold when he saw American pitching.

He saw American pitching and raised them several. He was a joy to watch on and off the field. A marvelously melodious player who was just classy. He played here for 11 years and made them all better. And then he went to the Yankees and then he went to the Marlins. He got old. Really old. Gray hair. 44. And the Marlins said buh bye.

And, pending the results of a physical, Ichiro could, once again, play for the Mariners. The baseball know it alls say that it's a horrible move for the Mariners. Doing stupid stuff like spending money on washed up players is why they live at the bottom. (They also brought Ken Griffey, Jr. back at the end of his career.)

Maybe. I don't care. I loved seen Junior again and I cannot wait to see Ichiro play in my outfield once more.

Maiden Voyage a good one

I wore my new robe to the pool this morning and it was good. It is a cozy thing for sure. I do need to add cuffs to the sleeves. Easy fix. I'll do that this morning,

That's actually the only thing on the agenda today. I have errands I could run but tomorrow is house cleaner day and I think I'll save the errands for then.

The sewing room is in a bit of a mess and both machines need a good cleaning out so that's what this morning is going to look like. A nice, lovely day.

Alexa just lowered the blinds to half mast to keep the sun from blinding me - after I asked her to. Best splurge ever.

Goal met!

My tracker just told me I could take the rest of the day off. Ok. Will do!

After I fixed my robe with new cuffs (perfect fix, by the way), I totally cleaned the sewing room. Organized it all and took apart both sewing machines and cleaned and oiled them and put them back together. I cut 6 inch squares of of the scraps left from the last few projects and put them on their respective square stacks - woven, knit, fleece and recycled the remainers.

I discovered that my rotary cutter blade was dull and I had no more and my tracker was whining to go out and walk so I trotted up to the sewing store where the nicest one was on duty. She'd just gotten back from the Expo that I did not get to and gave me the inside skinny. Basically she just reinforced the wisdom of my decision to skip it and probably nailed my doing the same next year. I saved money but the proceeded to buy $60 worth of fabric from her in addition to the rotary blade! Oh well. I'd rather spend the money there than at a trade show, I think.
My brother got home from their trip just a little bit ago. The toilet hen had disappeared from camera view but last night I hear flapping and clucking over in a corner and thought maybe she had fallen into the trash can. Turns out, nope. She's using the trash can for roosting!! He checked on her and moved the camera angle and said she was clucking contentedly perched there on the edge. Toilet eggs??

It's that time of year when the sun comes out and it warms up enough so that everyone isn't huddled inside still but they all come outside... to bitch about how cold it is. Holy crap, people. Go south, or put on more clothes, or go back inside. Plus, it is not cold. The sun is out and it's 50+ degrees in the shade and way more in the sun.

The Mariner games are at night for the next three days and on TV. Can't wait to hear the Ichiro chatter.