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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Something good came out of the four-hour power outage I endured this morning. I finally finished the book Iíve been reading for the last month. What else could I do, with no electricity? The computer wasnít working, and the fax wasnít working, and the TV wasnít working. I couldnít even take a shower, because the well pump wasnít working. And I definitely wasnít working.

So I sat and read while I waited for the power to come back on. The utility company promised it would be restored between noon and 2:00 pm, but at 11:25 am I heard first the refrigerator and then the fax stirring back to life. I swear, it wasnít even back on for a full minute when I got a junk fax from some outfit wanting me to play poker. Yeah, because Iím so lucky.

And after the power came back, I took my morning shower and brewed my morning coffee, and then sat back down and finished the book. I only had a few pages left. (Well, more than a few, because it took me until mid afternoon.) Wednesday is a light day for work anyway, usually. I save it for things I donít get to on the other days, and I give myself permission to take things a little more slowly. Today I really indulged my indolence.

When I got power and turned on the computer, I got a news flash about a plane crashing into the high rise in Manhattan, so I turned on the news channel and watched for a while, until they started repeating misinformation. It was only later that I learned that the pilot had been Corey Lidle, a Yankee pitcher who had thrown his last pitch in his teamís loss Saturday to the Tigers. It was a little surreal, and quite sad.

5 October 2006

Cloud theatre.

Then late this afternoon I met Suzanne for coffee. Well, thatís what we call it, but we both ordered big salads and ate most of them. I got my roughage, and some good conversation. Yesterday was one of my lowest emotional days, a real Black Tuesday for no apparent reason, but Iím walking on a cloud today, the way things have turned around. I canít explain it, but a visit with my sister is probably the biggest part of it.

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When the Tigers got off to such a fast (and unexpected) start this season, my thought was that they were this yearís ďteam of destiny.Ē It doesnít happen very often, but every once in a while thereís a team that has everything go right, and all the elements of the game come together at the same time. Even though they limped into the postseason, the Tigersí performance against the highly favored Yankees showed that the magic was still there. And now, with a methodical, powerful 8-5 win over the Aís tonight in Oakland, itís within their grasp to get to the World Series for the first time since 1984.

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