On a typical Saturday, I sleep late, putter around the house most of the day, work outside a little and watch TV until well after midnight. So far (and it's not nearly midnight yet, so things could change) this has been a typical Saturday with a few exceptions.
Exception No. 1 is the message David left on my answering machine while I was out running errands. I knew the game started at 1:20 pm, and I knew that even after sleeping late I could make it to the post office and back in time for the first pitch.
I now know, by the way, why my mailbox was empty yesterday. There was about three day's worth of mail in it today, including a trade paper that I always get on Thursdays.
The post office lobby is closed on Saturdays, but I could hear the mail sorters in the back, with the radio tuned loudly to the baseball pregame show. I go into that building every Saturday, and there's baseball on the radio every Saturday all summer, but this is the first time I've heard anything but rap or salsa music coming from the dark recesses. So I cut them no slack. Latecomers are welcome to the party, but that's no excuse for losing my mail for two days.
When I got home, I had a message from David. He wanted to know what time the game started, and he said something else that was garbled. He must have been calling from a poor reception area. I phoned back and left a voice mail message answering his question. "The game is starting right now."
He called back a couple of hours later. He had indeed been in a poor reception area. He was in the hospital emergency room. He broke his foot last night (horsing around with his friends, all of whom are a lot bigger than he is, so when they land on him they can do some damage) and waited twelve hours to go to the ER.
Well, here we go again. I don't know why these things keep happening to him (well, I do, but I'm not saying), but he always seems to be recovering from some injury. He always does recover, but meanwhile he won't be going to work for a few days.
He'll be staying home driving himself (and quite possibly others) crazy. Sitting around doing nothing is at the top of my favorites list, but it doesn't even show up on his. He's a goer and a doer, and when he's immobile and inactive, stay out of his way.
This little bump in the road isn't keeping him from going out with his friends again tonight, of course. Maybe, just maybe, they'll be a little more careful with him, just this once.