Hiding from the world week

I think this Summer has worn me out.  The past two years I've had Covid precautions to blame, but let's be serious, this happens whenever I get myself "overscheduled".  The overscheduled, as opposed to "overpeopled" was something my brother tipped me off to.  I just need that alone assimilation time.

After last week's doctor appointment followed by the "emergency" dental thing... which is on the heels of what seems like it's been a busy Summer.  Between the fence, the dog, the A/C breaking and having to be replaced... no wonder I'm wiped out.

Good morning, Prisoner

I seem to want to sink into the online streaming of Big Brother, and binge-watching episodes of "Under The Dome".  Horror (Stephen King) is not my usual genre, but science fiction does tend to be, so this is a bit of a cross-over.  The TV series got darker with each passing season.  I'm into Season 3 now, and stalled.

I conserved my energy through this week, because I knew I had this social event coming up with my friend Geri and the financial firm I deal with.  They host "A night at the ballpark" every year, with one of the minor league teams (farm club for KC Royals).  

I drove us, picking Geri up at her place and tackling the interstate highway for 39 miles up the road to the ball park.  The company provides bus service if you want it, but back when I booked this evening, I didn't want to second guess the infamous virus waves.

At the time we started our journey, the phone said it was 101℉!  Despite driving in an air conditioned car, my t-shirt had sweat spots by the time we got to the ball park.  Sprayed on sun block, and proceeded to the picnic supper provided.  I was careful because of the temporary crown... so skipped the fresh made potato chips.  Geri had them and pronounced them as good as I had promised.

We took a walking lap around the ball park before settling down in our seats which were great, along the first base line, 3rd row.  But it was still 100℉ when the first pitch was thrown at 7:05 p.m.

Good game, but the home team lost... 😟😢  Still it fostered good memories of ball games  from earlier decades in our lives.  By the 7th inning stretch it had "cooled down" to 90℉ and there was a light breeze, and between sweat evaporation and good hydration, we were feeling comfortable.  Hot summer nights were made for baseball, back when very few had central air in their homes.

Pretty sunset clouds...
can you spot the spectator on his perch?

Under the lights...
note we were spread out in the open air.

And of course proof of presence!

The drive home was reminiscent of my childhood when we were driving home from my dad's mother's place in Omaha... with the moon shining down in the Summer sky.  I dropped Geri off, safe home, showered to take the sunscreen and sweat off, then slept in Sunday morning, didn't get up 'til after 7 a.m.

Back to hiding from the world today... conserving energy for the week ahead, getting laundry done.  The permanent crown is to be put in on Wednesday.  I have a couple of "kitty watch" days for my sister, and a couple of workouts with the trainer.

Anybody else in the midst of heat waves... hydration makes it better, even if you choose to go out and about.  Treat yourselves gently, and appreciate each day as it comes.  It's OK to not do it ALL!

Life is good.  Spark on!

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