Thursday

It’s a Thursday in late July, Fog City was doing its best to represent with a cool 55-degree outlook. The coffee was flowing because I care deeply for all the living things around me. Garry, who was awake earlier, left some for me in the coffee maker. I think I’ll keep him.

My half week at work turned out to be pretty busy and that’s normal for post-end-of-year inventory. I mean it makes perfect sense when we are in the middle of inventory, every other thing stops. When we are done with that, the floodgates open. The next few weeks will be more of the same.

I’ve got some website updates to do today for a client but otherwise, the weekend has begun. The only thing I’ve got scheduled over the weekend is a softball game Sunday. The potential for a really lazy weekend exists but I’ll throw in a few chores to keep it real.

We will actually miss the Russian River Softball Tournament this year. This is that weekend but the team didn’t vote to do it this year so the league kept us on schedule with a regular-season game. My wallet is alright with this decision. We did Denver. We did Seattle. At the end of August, we will be in Columbus, Ohio for an entire week and absolutely none of it’s free. The river would have tacked on an extra $700-900 to my softball budget. I enjoy the river but I definitely choose the Gay World Series over it.

It’s been a fun softball year. Our team has undergone some changes with new fun additions. There continues to be a sense of relief and gratefulness of being able to play this year. We started the season a month later due to COVID restrictions from the winter. The league was able to open up in April. We had almost a month off between mid-June and mid-July, in what was deemed as the first half of the season and the second half. It will be the first time the schedule pulls us into August, as our last game is the first of the month.

Thankfully, I’m playing pain and injury-free. I’m in my mid-50’s and still running around the bases with these youngsters. I’ll do it for as long as I can.

For now, though the coffee is flowing, the sun will break through the clouds in the next hour or so, my pitbull will finally wake up and look at me as if to say; “let’s get cracking, I’ve got to get out there and smell stuff.” It’s Thursday.