I gave up on good old Blogger.com and have now moved both of my working blogs to Google. I discovered a wonderful FREE offline blogging editor that allows me to write on my own computer and not be connected to the internet and will not have to use their editors—where I have sometimes lost so MUCH work. This one is almost like working in Word, so it is comfortable. I am having a problem seeing this tiny font, however. I am hoping it will appear a bit larger when it is posted.
Today is a very black day in Seattle sports history. A baseball Icon and honest to God hero has been traded away from the M’s to the damned Yankees. And I, who have hated them all my adult life, am now a fan of theirs and will be until they either trade Ichiro or until he retires. He is a very small man, no taller than I am and I am guessing less then half my weight—but he is huge in my life. He has been an All Star ten times. He has been given the Gold Glove for best fielding in his position of all the players in his league 10 times. Three years he won the Silver Slugger award for being the best hitter in his league. He holds nearly all the club records for the Mariners—most at bats, most hits, most doubles, most stolen bases and I don’t know what else.
He wore the number 51 which always has significance to me. It was the year I graduated from high school and it was the number worn by Randy Johnson, “The Big Unit,” who was a brilliant left handed pitcher for us until he became too expensive. Then the M’s let him go to Arizona where he won the MVP, the Cy Young Award and the World Series. Ichiro had looked into wearing 51 for the Yankees, but they had a brilliant all-star who retired after a similar career to what Ichiro had here in Seattle. That had been his number, so Ichi figured he would not ask for 51. So he chose 31. He says he will make it his number, as he did here. I am sure he will.
He spoke his interview in Japanese, and the interpreter is not the one I am used to seeing. I don’t know if this means the old one was paid by the M’s or maybe he is ill. At any rate, I think the new guy is Caucasian and I’m sure the former one was Japanese. But that is enough baseball. It is just that this is a significant day in my life as a Mariners fan and I wanted to be sure to write about it.
Otherwise, it was a very ordinary day. We didn’t wake till noon again. We were still awake when the sky was getting light, so I am estimating I had about six and a half hours sleep. I work best with nine. I need to stop Coke Classic by noon or 2 p.m. at the latest, and of course, I don’t.
I walked Poco at noon. We walked along the Athletic Fields on Mesford and turned into the park at the real entrance. I wanted to walk by unit 69 again. We drove by there on Sunday, but no one answered the door. I thought I’d give it another try. I had to ring 5 times so they would know I wasn’t going to just go away. They have fabric Roman Shades on the outside of their big windows and I wanted to know where they got them. She said she found them online at Lowes, but when she ordered them, they found that the Bremerton store actually had some on hand, so she was able to get those. She couldn’t remember how much they cost, so I am going to look into them. They would be a great help if we ever have any heat again. So far, I’ve lucked out.
On our walk, we ran into Judy. She and I are putting on a party for Kris who has been our Park manager for a few years. She is moving back to Canada to be near her folks. She has ordered the cake and will pick it up Wednesday morning. We are to meet at noon to set up tables. I bought bright pink paper plates and pretty pink and white napkins. I am also to take a bouquet of hydrangeas for a centerpiece and six smaller ones to be on the individual tables. I went to the dollar store and got 6 glass vases. I will spend Tuesday afternoon or night arranging flowers and hope they will turn out pretty. My calla lilies have bitten the dust but I have 5 different colors of hydrangeas. I’m going to concentrate on the pink and white ones. Thank goodness I have a lot of ferns. Judy is bringing the coffee and plastic flatware and someone else is bringing mints and nuts, so it should be nice. Judy says a couple of couples are also coming to help us set up tables and chairs.
I am still worried about my physical health. I know that Dr. Gretch didn’t see anything in my blood work that flew any red flags, but I get so tired so quickly and I am so weak. My legs kill me after only 3 or 4 hours being on my feet, and it doesn’t really help to sit down. I need to get flat. Not for long, but I need my feet at the same level as my heart and head. I had been skipping my vitamin, and I had not been eating much red meat, so I am taking an iron tablet now and a B vitamin complex. I hope it will make a difference. This “stuff” started before the guys came up to visit, and I am still recovering from whatever it was that hit me that weekend. I remember worrying that I wasn’t going to be able to get up that ramp to the ferry and then on the Bainbridge side, I was afraid I wouldn’t make it up the hill to the car. It took over a week to get my strength back, and it has been on the down side ever since. Sleep deprivation may be part of it. But enough whining.
We are having a great season for corn! I have been having corn on the cob at least 3 times a week because Wally has it for only $ .38 an ear. If I wrap it in a wet paper towel and microwave it for 3 minutes it is done. To make it edible faster, I have a tall cup of cold water (I save the cups from Burger King large Cokes sometimes.) I take off the paper towel and stand the ear on end in the cold water for a few seconds, then turn it upside down to cool the other end. Shazam! It is hot enough to taste good but not hot enough to burn the roof of my mouth. I am using Challenge Butter now. It is made with Olive Oil or Canola Oil. It is spreadable when it is cold, and it has fewer calories. Not many fewer, but some.
I made a happy discovery at the Red Apple a few weeks ago. They must have a local fisherman who supplies them with fresh Coho Salmon, and they have small fillets and small steaks for a very fair price. I can get a package with 2 meals in it for less than nine or ten dollars. So I have as much salmon as I can get. They don’t always have it in. I have also discovered that WalMart carries cubed pork steaks and chops. It cooks so quickly and is so tender. And it is cheap. Everything that counts. (I’m sure Richard is gagging at the thought of my using WM.)
Poquito is sound asleep and I am going to try to join him. It is only 1 a.m. and I can’t usually fall asleep that soon, but I can give it a shot!
This is the first time I have attempted to post to THIS blog from the desktop. Crossing my fingers!
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