Scott Proctor? Back to the Dodgers. I thought he would go first. Or maybe move him to the outfield, like I said last month. Right. So, here we are at the trading deadline, and we still have lousy pitching.
The news article said, "As for moving Proctor, the Yankees would have rather parted with Kyle Farnsworth but his $5.25 million salary this year and the $5.5 million owed to him next year to go with his surly attitude make him impossible to move."
Too bad, I'd rather have seen Kyle go. He could have gone to Boston and started losing close games for them up there.
Tonight the Yankees finish the suspended game from Baltimore that we went to on my birthday. So - as of tonight - my 33rd birthday is officially also unsuspended. Now I can get on with life.
Every time we go to Camden Yards in Baltimore, we remark that the Orioles have a little old guy who brings out the baseballs, as opposed to some kid who does it in most of the other parks. Today they revealed (to me, at least, I'm sure this is widely known in Baltimore) that it's Ernie Tyler, the umpire assistant. He's 83, has been working with the Orioles since 1954, and hasn't missed a game since 1960. Tomorrow, he's going to break his streak because Cal Ripken invited him to Cooperstown for the Hall of Fame induction ceremony. Oh, and all 11 of Ernie's kids work or have worked for the Orioles in some capacity.
Now that everyone's finished Harry Potter, I wonder why I haven't read anything about the parallels to Nazi Germany, what with the pure-blood vs. Mudblood sorting. Maybe I should write a thesis.
I shouldn't be allowed out. In addition to jamming my toes into the doorframe two weeks ago (and they still really hurt), yesterday I was moving a case of Diet Coke, and I dropped it on my right foot. Nice bruise, and it broke the skin. It took about ten minutes of sitting on the kitchen floor with an ice pack before I could get up and limp to the couch. Today is a better day.
The movie of Hairspray wasn't as good as the musical (tho what movie is) - it didn't have the energy, and they cut one of my favorite songs from the show. And even John Travolta as Edna just drew laughs for the image of him as a woman, instead of for the character. When Harvey Fierstein played it on Broadway, you forgot that it was a man in the role, but with the movie, you couldn't forget that it was Travolta.
I finished Harry Potter and it was fantastic. I don't want to ruin anything, but let's just say I enjoyed it.
It's cool and rainy out today - I love it. I'm wearing my winter socks.
Harry Potter should be here tomorrow, so I can read it and instantly forget it. I'm working my usual double tomorrow, will try to remember to bring the book with me in case there's a little downtime. And the Hairspray movie opens today as well. I totally loved the show (not to the extent of seeing it many many times, just once, but I totally enjoyed it). I'm thinking I won't get to see it until Tuesday tho, since tonight I'm going to the game with Dad, and then I'm working a double Sat, 3-11 Sun, a double Mon and am off on Tues to make up for it. I like picking up the overtime, but I can't do the thing where I get home at 7am and have to be back at 3pm more than once a week. So I said I'd do the Monday overnight in exchange for Tues off, nullifying the OT, but making my sleep saner.
Luckily, the rain held off, but Missy and I were both yawning through the game, so we left after six innings - I listened to the come-from-behind win on the way home and fell asleep as soon as I walked in the door.
Today was about as exciting, as Mom and I sat in the ER waiting room for a few hours with her knee. It's not broken, but it's just sore when she walks on it. So now we have another pair of crutches to add to the collection. We're not booking the CA trip until she can walk again. And I've promised to find her a nice screaming roommate if she wants to get it replaced and do therapy at the facility I work in.
Missy and I have tix to see Roger Clemens pitch tonight - and it's thunderstorming out. Surprise. We're watching the weather to see if the game is on or not.
I think I'm going to skip Gypsy. Put the money towards California. Where it never thunderstorms.
I'm glad our fulltime night supervisor is back tonight - I mean, between coworker L. and I we covered all of her shifts, but it's good to have things back to normal. Plus - there are just so many stories of all the things she's missed - the creepy guy making stalkerish phone calls at 3am (hence, the long-asked-for changing of the security codes), the code blue we had the other night (I never thought I'd be able to break ribs on a 300lb woman. I was wrong.) and oh just the usual stories about what's going on. Tonight'll be a good night, welcoming her back.
later on 7/13/07
Phil Hughes was just terrific - he pitched three innings, had six strikeouts (all in the first two innings), no walks, no runs allowed, and allowed just three hits. He really looked great. Brian Cashman, the Yankees general manager, was there, too, but he left his behind-home-plate seat after the first inning, no idea where he went to after that.
I had a fun time. Riverfront Park in Trenton is a nice ballpark to see a game in - besides that it's only an hour away, the tix were $10 (for front row between home and third base - close enough to prop my feet on the dugout and ogle the visiting team), and all of the concessions are about half the price of the Stadium prices. Plus, the mascot is a dog (Chase) that picks up the foul balls and dropped bats. The only question I had about tonight was about the name of our opponent - the New Hampshire Fisher Cats. I know what a River Dog is, but what the heck is a Fisher Cat? Should have asked the cute catcher.
Oh, and it was perfect baseball weather - 77 and sunny, with no humidity. I had the top down on the convertible all the way down and back.
Fiscally responsible girl is in a quandry:
So here's my dilemna. I really would love to see Patti in Gypsy, running for a few more weeks - there are performance dates I could do. But I want to sit in the good seats at City Center this time, which means the $95 seats. However, that money could be well-spent towards the Great American West Coast Ballpark Tour.
But I really want to see Gypsy. Does anyone want to spend $95 with me, and listen to me whine that I should have put the money away for a later date, and then slap me silly because this is AN EVENT not to be missed and what were you thinking and LA will always be there and just eat cheaper food out west? Please. Email if you'd go with me. Then I won't feel so bad. And I promise to dress up.
I was saying to myself, "Self, what are you going to do tomorrow, with another day off from work?" And then, as I was watching the Yankees pre-game, the announcer said that pitcher Phil Hughes, who was pitching a no-hitter for the Yankees when he pulled a hamstring in the seventh inning, will be making a rehab start in Trenton tomorrow night. So I'm going to Trenton.
This has been a nice week - I didn't work Tuesday, because I took Mom to the airport and watched the All Star Game (I'm working tonight 11-7 in exchange), and had yesterday, today and will have tomorrow off as my regular "weekend." With no scheduled overtimes this week, it was the first week in a long time where I had my "weekend" off.
later on 7/11/07
"Torrential downpours," said the news, and they were right. I came out of the movies around 5.30pm, and the skies were black. I was pulling out of the parking lot when the rain started, along with massive thunder and cloud-to-ground lightning. When I got home, the power had just come back on, so I'm running around resetting clocks and the like.
And in my excitement to get out of the rain, as I was coming through the front door, I managed to jam two of the toes on my left foot into the doorframe, bruising them both and getting a nasty cut on the one. Ow.
Harry Potter was alright, keeping in it's usual vein of "instantly forgettable." I'm going to re-read book six (which I instantly forgot) in preparation for the seventh book arriving in a few weeks. I can't remember a thing about it.
It was just too hot to go to the lake yesterday - even at 11pm it was still 87 degrees. So I blew up the kiddie pool instead. It's the perfect size to lie down in - 10 feet by 6 feet). I decided to blow it up inside and then move it outside because it was just too hot. I started using the hand pump and realized I was getting nowhere fast. So I looked at the air-release holes, that you use to deflate the pool, and decided that the hair dryer would be the perfect fit. So I brought the hair dryer to the living room, held it to the holes, and voila - 10 minutes later the entire thing was inflated. I took it outside, filled it with ice cold water, and jumped in.
It felt great.
The All Star Game was last night - of course, the American League won for the tenth straight year. Next year, the game will be at Yankee Stadium. I'm going to try and get tickets, but I know they're going to disappear quickly.
Today's heat-escaping plan is to go see the new Harry Potter movie.
Good lord, just call it The Bronx is Boring. It's great to see Daniel Sunjata working the same ego he had in Take Me Out, but man, the rest of the first episode reads like it came from the Yankees PR department. Which, given the list of consulting producers, starting with Marty Appel, it did.
Maybe it'll get better next week.
The new air conditioner works great. It's been in the upper 90's this week, so I've been running it while I'm sleeping. I have to sleep with my head at the opposite end of the bed from where I usually sleep, because the only window I can put the AC in is right where my head would be.
I'm off from work til Thursday night, so I can enjoy this heat wave. I'll either fill up the kiddie pool in the backyard, or maybe I'll save myself the trouble and just go to Cheesequake and the lake.
Two of our residents at the facility I work in are getting married - to each other! They met there, and they fell in love, and their families approve. The wedding is tentatively set for the 21st - I told the bride-to-be that I'll be there with bells on (and now must find a dress to wear). So you see? It's never too late. Maybe when I'm 80 I'll find the right guy.
I cannot believe the season is half-over. Tomorrow is the All-Star game (and oddly enough, I do not have to work tomorrow because I'm also taking Mom to the airport, so I got the day off). I wish the Yankees were above .500. I wish the Red Sox would start their inevitable downward slump right about now. I hope The Bronx is Burning (starting tonight on ESPN) inspires the Yankees to put some fire in their lineup. And the biggest wonder of all: at the Stadium, they show things on the scoreboard between innings, one of which is a feature called "Talkin' Beisbol," where they have players from around the world translate baseball terms into Spanish, Japanese, Chinese, whatever. Words like "popcorn," and "homerun." I wonder why they don't teach useful phrases like "the bullpen blew the lead," or "hamstring." You know, phrases to drop in everyday conversation.
I didn't sleep too well last night (put the AC on around 4am), but I was wide awake by noon. So I took a drive down to Long Branch to take some pictures for my friend Kevin, who runs the Dorothy Parker Society. I sold him the domain name. Anyway, Friends of Libraries got around to putting up a plaque on the site of her birthplace, and he asked if I could get a pictures, since I live closer than he does. No problem - really easy to find.
Another exciting Yankees win - 14-9. Because of where in the parking garage I parked, I couldn't turn right when I was leaving (the path that goes right to the bridge), so I had to drive around to the "alternate route" which goes to the Harlem River Drive and then to the bridge. By the time I was in NJ, my bladder was begging me to stop at the rest area and pee. The game was a blast - the Yankees took the lead, then lost it, then came back to win. A-rod hit another homer, tying him with Lou Gehrig on the all-time home run list.
The Bronx is Burning miniseries about the 1977 World Series starts on Monday. They had two old-fashioned cabs outside the Stadium, advertising it. I'm going to tape it (and the home run derby) since the succeeding episodes will be on Tuesday nights, when I work.
Amazon delivered the third season of Slings and Arrows. I still have to watch the second season! And for my birthday, Mom gave me the box set of all 80-something Secret Agent episodes (starring Patrick McGoohan of The Prisoner). Must watch. Must stop doing so much overtime.
The new air conditioners are in the windows - and they really do cool more than the old ones. Probably because the old ones (which we set out on the curb and were promptly taken) were 5600 BTUs and these are 8000 BTUs. I hung a bedspread over the space where my closet door should be, to keep the cool air from blowing right into the closet and up into the attic, where it won't do any good.
Of course, as soon as we buy new air conditioners (and energy efficient ones at that), the weather takes a turn for the cooler. So they'll sit in their boxes for a while.
I never remember to bring my toothbrush when I go somewhere, so I looked in the grocery store and drug store to see if they had travel toothbrushes, so I could just stick one in my makeup bag. Couldn't find one (except as part of a kit with toothpaste and mouthwash, both of which I have lots of). So I went to amazon.com and lo and behold - they have them. So I bought four, just in case.
Once Mom gets back from Seattle (which will be, of course, after she goes to Seattle) and after I get my vacation time request approved, we can plan the CA trip. And the toothbrushes will not have been bought in vain.
A-Rod! Hamstring! No!
I know we're only 45 minutes from the city, so you'd think you'd be able to buy a copy of the Times without a problem. Mom usually picks it up on her way home from work (at 7am), but she went to VT for the weekend, leaving me to buy it thi sweek. Honestly, I was only buying it for the photo of the 2000 Yankees. And the Magazine. But I digress. I didn't stop by to get it at 7am after my double on Saturday, because the only thing I want to do after working a double is get home ASAP and go to bed, because I have to be back at work at 3pm on Sunday. So on my way to work on Sunday, I went to Quik-Chek. Nada. Lots of the local papers, no Times. And they were rude about it, too. So I went to 7-11. One copy left. Missing the Sports section. But they were so nice about everything (and none of that condesceding "You should have come earlier" attitude), that I bought my lunch there and got a free bottle of water, too.
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