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Friday, May 1, 2009

It seems I havenít lost the knack for talking myself out of extra work. All it took today was waking up to dingy gray skies and a few drops of rain. It wasnít that pleasant spring rain that doesnít really get you wet. It was that pinpoint-fine mist that soaks you through as soon as you step out into it. I didnít need any more discouragement than that to give up on my planned trip to the bank this morning.

Still, there was another good reason not to go to the bank, whether I needed it or not. This being the first day of the month, I would have expected the lines to be longer and the place to be more crowded than it might be, say, next Tuesday, which is the day I now plan to make that trip. Who needs the sniffling hordes these days, right? Iíll stay home and dry and healthy. You know, given the option.

By the middle of the afternoon, it wasnít fooling around any more. No more of those needle-sharp, BB-sized droplets. Uh uh. It was coming down so hard that I didnít even feel like walking to the end of the driveway to get my mail. It can just stay out there all weekend, if this wall of water doesnít let up a little. I have enough vegetables stockpiled to withstand a long, long siege, if necessary.




1 May 2009

Misty day in the garden.



And another thing. This is the kind of weather that the posted speed limits were made for. It hadnít rained for long enough that the streets would be slippery this morning, so we (the other drivers and I) made the collective decision to forgo our usual tendency to go five miles an hour over what the sign said. Thatís the de facto speed limit almost everywhere I drive regularly, except for one stretch of road thatís posted at 40 mph. For some reason, everybody goes 35 there (except me, when thereís nobody in front of me).

Thatís where I practice my zen approach to driving. Or anyway, I try to remember to accept what is and not try to do more than the possible. ďTryĒ being the key word, because Iím not a master of acceptance by any means. But as always, life is a work in progress.




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Giants 3, Rockies 2. The first seven innings were typical of a Giants win: seven shutout innings by Randy Johnson and single runs scratched out in three different innings. The end was fairly typical of the kind of game the Giants have lost this season: three relief pitchers to get through the eighth, a three-run lead becomes a one-run game. The Rockies got more hits in the eighth (five) than they did in the first seven against the Big Unit (four). Brian Wilson needed 35 pitches to get the four outs to save this one. It wasnít easy, but he did it.

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