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Wednesday, June 16, 2004

I'm a terrible person, and here's how I know: I scrolled through my email inbox tonight and found many, many messages that I wish I had answered but didn't. That made me feel terrible, and it made me feel I didn't deserve to have people write to me at all. Which made me feel worse, because maybe people will stop writing. That would be awful.

It's not that I don't have a boatload of excuses. There's been a lot on my plate lately, and I know it. If I'm a couple of weeks late paying bills, it's not surprising that I've had emails at least that old, sitting there idly waiting for me to take action.

When I had this revelation and counted the messages in the inbox (260), I was still working, at 8:30 pm. I shouldn't even have been taking a break then, because I had four of five more checks to write and it was getting dark. I didn't want to have to turn on the lights around my desk, just so I could keep working. I try to be finished (or as finished as I ever get) by the time the daylight fades away.

Most of the 260 were notifies from other journals, which tells you just how isolated I've become these days. I never used to fall this far behind. There must be something wrong with me that I write these wordy entries day after day and yet don't have time to keep up with people whom I like and respect and who actually have something to say. And imagine how far behind I must be on journals that don't notify. It's disgraceful.

I'd issue a blanket apology to everyone I've been neglecting, but that doesn't seem enough. If you're here, you probably know most of what's been going on anyway, so an apology is superfluous. I am sorry, though, and I'll definitely try to do better.

16 June 2004

Turkey in the straw.

One way I try to make it up to you and make it worth your time to come here is by posting an interesting photograph once in a while. When I walked out the door this morning to go to the post office, there was a mother turkey in my yard, followed by three or four babies. Photo op! I grabbed my camera and spent the next fifteen minutes chasing these birds all over the back yard, trying to sneak up and get a clear shot at them. Obviously, I failed. The best I could get was Ma Turkey in the weeds. The babies are there; you just can't see them.

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For once, walking Barry Bonds in the first inning was the right strategy. With a runner on third and one out, it set up a potential inning-ending double play. Too bad for the Blue Jays that it backfired on them when two batters later Pedro Feliz hit a home run that gave the Giants a 4-0 lead. Bonds' next time up, leading off the third, they pitched to him and he raked a double, and by the end of that inning the Giants had a 7-1 lead. They went on to win, 10-2.

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