I did not think I’d have time to write this morning. I’m helping decorate Irvington Town Hall for the Grand Slambovians annual Halloween show. I was told to be there at 12:16, meaning I had to leave at 11:00 and I was up late because of the World Series. I got a text this morning that it was 12:16 Slambovian time and I looked and saw that Slambovian Standard Time is two hours ahead of us so I didn’t have to be there until 2:16. I fell back asleep and didn’t wake up until after 12:00 so I still didn’t have time to write. I know you are all now laughing at me as you saw the mistake I made. It’s before Halloween, I should have been checking Slambovian Daylight Savings Time, which is three hours ahead of ours.
On Fridays I have therapy, once every four to six weeks I also see my psychiatrist. I schedule that before the therapy. The problem is that because of the timing with the bus to the hospital I have to take a cab. I finally decided that was better leaving an hour early and getting there 45 minutes early and waiting. My therapist suggested that we get along too well. She had to Google how to pronounce “Godot” as I heard the proper pronunciation was go-DOT’. My therapy sessions go in directions most people’s don’t.
After therapy I had to go to CVS to pick up the prescription my psychiatrist phoned in. It was not ready even though it was three hours since she phoned it in. They had never processed it. I had to wait 20 minutes. I was not happy about that. What I like about CVS is that they are usually a well-oiled machine. I don’t have to do anything but pick up my meds. They know when I need refills and notify me when they are ready.
I was going to go out last night and see Deni Bonet, it’s been too long and Deni is one of my core musicians. The problem was the show was at 9:00 and I wouldn’t get home until 1:00. I also wanted to watch the World Series. She’s going to be a Paddy Reilly’s again next month so I decided to stay home so I could get some sleep. We know how that worked out.
I was rewarded with a tremendous baseball game, my favorite kind, a pitcher’s duel. Many people don’t have the mindset necessary for loving baseball. It is not constant action. It is mainly people standing almost still. The joy is in anticipation, with one pitch, and one swing of the bat as many as 13 people will explode into action and race to get where they need to be. Much of the joy of baseball is in the time between pitches; baseball is a game of anticipation. I enjoyed the top of the 7th inning as much as I can enjoy anything. With the score Dodgers 1 – Red Sox 0, Walker Buehler was pitching. His third time through the BoSox order. Pitcher’s effectiveness drops precipitously, the third time through; managers have learned that and rarely let pitchers do that but Buehler was so sharp that Dodger manager, Dave Roberts, judged he was a better risk than a reliever. He was proved right. Buehler struck out that side and looked dominant. I felt moved to post on Facebook: “This is what baseball is about. 1-0 and a young man with lightning in his arm throwing the most righteous right stuff.”
Buehler is coming off Tommy John surgery and was taken out to avoid risk to his arm. The relief pitcher yielded a home run. The game ended up going 18 innings. I went to sleep around 2:30 with the game still in doubt. So much for getting to sleep early. It was worth it. Baseball has been berry berry good to me. Like chocolate and music it’s wonderful beyond reason.
Now I have to get ready to go to Slambovia. I hope to see you there.
Wise Madness 