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October 10, 2003


Time flies when the Red Sox are still playing in October, not to mention playing late into the night preventing me from getting a good night's sleep. Wow! Wow! Wow! I haven't had this much fun watching baseball since I went out to Anaheim in 1986 for the ALCS - you know, the game where Dave Henderson hit that home run... I've been cheering approximately as loud as I did that day for what seems like the entire month of October this year.

So yesterday the cable installer came at 10 minutes of 11:00. Of course I'd been up since 8:00 despite my lack of sleep in order to be dressed and caffeinated by 9:00 in case he came at the 9:00 part of the scheduled 9 to 11 slot. No longer am I the only person in America without cable tv and broadband Internet. I don't know if this changed the Red Sox's fortunes, now that I can see them without static and ghost players, or it's just coincidence that they lost the first game I watched on cable. Hope I haven't disturbed the fabric of the universe. :-)

In other news of my so-called life:

I successfully made the apple curry with the right amount of turmeric last weekend after my first disastrous attempt. I have not yet emailed corrections to Vegetarian Times.

I finished reading Sea Room, which I started back on the day I fell, which became the day I discovered Charles St. John. Now that I've finished it plus every published word of Charles St. John I have no choice but to make my shoulder work again.

The turkey vulture is still here - as of 5:25 PM when he buzzed the parking lot - though his brethren are migrating all over the place.

I'm still grounded and getting wicked cabin fever. Somehow I can't organize myself to make three bus connections to get out of town. On the other hand, I'm exploring the wonders of downtown North Andover as well as Lawrence. Apparently North Andover is a hotbed of Harley-Davidson enthusiasts. At the bakery where I while away the 25 minutes between the time the bus gets me to Sutton Street and the time of my physical therapy appointment I keep running into an older guy (mid to late 70's) who drives a relatively new Harley with more chrome on it than you can shake a stick at. And at Val's the counter is littered with motorcycle magazines and the walls decorated with Harley memorabilia and corny "parking for Harley-Davidson only" signs and the like. How could I have lived in this town for 22 years and not realized it's Hog Central?

Must sleep, must look for job, must cook dinner, must drop everything for the Cubs-Marlins game. You do all realize that a Cubs-Red Sox World Series can never end, right? The 7th game will go into infinite extra innings until the end of time.

Oh, and isn't it interesting that the universe is actually a soccer ball?

Today's Reading
Notes and Sketches from the Wild Coasts of Nipon by Henry Craven St. John

This Year's Reading
2003 Book List

Tomorrow's Starting Pitcher
Pedro Martinez vs. Roger Clemens


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