Baseball Waiting

Rockies (Colorado) & Reds (Cincinnati) played on Sunday after I started this post in the morning, in line with my kiddos to buy $4 tickets .  In line @ 10, we were sitting / standing / people-watching / talking about life.   The ticket-scalpers slickly & silently showed up.  Baseball waiting.  Two hours later (noon), we scored the tickets, and met up with the visionary of our family, the olympian mother-wife.  Another two hours later, 2pm, the game was on.  We (Rockies) started off okay … but the second inning belonged to Cincinnati.  Then, in the bottom of the third inning, WHACCCKKKKK!!!!!.  And again, WHACCCKKKKK!!!!!.  And again, WHACCCKKKKK!!!!!  We had ten runs in that wonderful third inning!  Three of those were home runs, from Arenado, Gonzalez, and Paulsen.

Zalubowski’s photo shows Colorado Rockies’ Brandon Barnes hugging Ben Paulsen after hitting a solo home run against the Cincinnati Reds, third inning (Sunday, July 26, 2015 at Coors Field).  

M.W. Up on the scoreboard.
M.W. Up on the scoreboard.

 Following the game there was a concert there on the field.   

Michael W. Smith
Michael W. Smith / concert at Coors Field

For the most part, I do not like waiting.  I sometimes miss the profound truth that there are, really, some things worth waiting for.  I have been reminded … to keep my eyes on the ball, so I don’t miss it.  

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Vacation Disorientation Happens

“I came, I saw, it … VACATION … conquered (me).”  Drastic?  Exaggeration?  Maybe.  Maybe, not.

Vacation Disorientation !!!!

“24-Hour Decompression Theory”:  it takes a minimum of 24 hours to “decompress” from the hectic life-schedule, when on a vacation / a time of rest.   Here is a hypothetical scenario, camping for two nights up in the wilderness.

Off work by 4pm.  Pack up, leave, stop off at the store, and get to where I want to go. I set up camp.  I cook over the fire.  I enjoy my exceptional culinary entrée and side dishes (pork and beans, BBQ potato chips).  I clean up the aftermath of the Chef’s fiasco.  And now, for the piece de resistance (py-es’ duh rey-zee-stahns).  I sit on a stump, roast a few marshmallows, sip either hot drink or cold drink.  This … is what the joy of camping is all about.  I star-gaze, stare into the campfire, ponder the meanings of life.  I am immensely thankful for the priceless balm of the wilderness quiet.   After a couple of hours it is time to retire into the tent, and burrow into the GSB (Great Sleeping Bag).  Now throughout everything that has happened, I am a little rattled, a somewhat tense, getting to the site in time (rushed) and getting the tent up, the fire started, food cooked … So, the peace has not, yet, kicked in.  But the process is happening.  By dinner time the next day (about 24 hours after the camping expedition had begun), a serious decompression kicks in.

Currently, winding down my vacation with family in Michigan; flying back on Monday morning.  The main focus has been on our kiddos, as it should be.  After I flew in a week ago, into Saginaw, life took off like a bat out of jello.  And it really hasn’t stopped.  At some point in the night hours, we parents slip into the slumber zone.  Mornings, the wakeup reality-jolt happens way too early.  And that is the other experience: “Vacation Disorientation”.  We camped near Lake Michigan, Interlocken National Park;  and on the second night we had thunder that rocked the world.  Lightening bolts terrorized everyone in the state of Michigan, and points beyond.  And we woke up the next morning, everything in our tent soaked.   The decompression has taken a bit longer than 24 hours.  I feel like it kicked in about two days ago.  One of the coolest places in Michigan is Mackinac Island, where there are no motorized vehicles on this island.  Except for winter when the ice builds up for snow mobiles, there is only one way to get to the island: a ferry.  There are plenty of horse-drawn carriages, and plenty of bicycles.  I didn’t have a decent picture of the horse drawn carriages, so I found one on Aaron Peterson’s website.  My goal is, by the time I get home on Monday, to be 100% decompressed, just in time for me to go back to work.

HORSE-DRAWN CARRIAGE TRAFFIC ON THE STREETS OF MACKINAC ISLAND, MICHIGAN WHERE MOTOR VEHICLE TRAFFIC IS PROHIBITED.
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