Sunday, April 17, 2011

High water came….

I drove the camper home last weekend with very little issue.  The weather cooperated for the most part.  And the weekend was looking promising for my Saturday day-trip.  But I got to work on Monday to find out my co-worker Robin’s husband Tony had passed away unexpectedly.  The service was planned for Saturday.  So of course I cancelled my trip to see Blu.  You realize with things like this that life get sorted out in importance.  While Blu is a huge new part of my life, so is family and friends.  There was no way I wasn’t going to Tony’s service.  And Sunday was Ken’s opening day for baseball – one of the few baseball games I’d get to watch this summer.  So on Tuesday I called Todd to let him know I wouldn’t be there on Saturday.  And things happen for a reason.  They truly do.  When I spoke with Todd he let me know his friend had passed away on Monday and he’d be busy on the weekend, too.

So we all spent our weekend remembering friends and knowing what was important in life.


I froze my butt off on Sunday and got sunburned – what a combination.  But I really enjoyed watching Ken as starting pitcher in his opening day baseball game.  And I took pictures of him in his Giants uniform – complete with Barry Zito socks!   Ken did a great job and I’m so glad I was there.

Since Ken’s first game in the NABA league I’ve been the team’s scorekeeper.  I showed up at that first game with my own score book as way to entertain myself – not knowing if other wives would be at the games (or if we’d get along).  I’d perfected my knowledge about how to score games many years ago when my parents got Ken and me a 20-game season ticket package to the Giants (when they were at Candlestick).  But this Sunday I’d been thinking I’d just be watching the game.  However as the game was about to start, Ron (one of the managers) asked me if I wanted to score the game.  What the heck.  I said sure.  It’d be one of the few I’d be able to do for the team.

So, all in all, it was a very nice weekend spent with Ken.

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