Open up the door and let the sun shine in.

As much as rainy yesterday was like a bad virus, today was the picture of health.  The weather was warm and the sun was pounding.

The local marathoners whisked by my house and their energy was infectious.  Early morning found my family walking against the tide of runners and cheering them on toward the last miles.

Bizarrely, watching the runners made me cry.  Not blubbering, boo-hooing, but just a happy little tear. Every time I watch a parade, sing in a crowd, or watch a race, I get the little tear. Who says I’m hard-hearted?

Of course the band playing Blue Oyster Cult killed that mood, thank goodness.  Remembering the time I really and truly paid money to see BOC made me laugh as I accepted the microphone to help sing“…there goes Toykyo. Go, go, Godzilla!”  The Professor was perplexed and embarrassed by me (as usual), and the loud music was offensive to his velvet, dear like ears.  We immediately left the raucous band and the sign that said BEER, as it was only 9 am.

The day continued as we made our way to the newly opened college baseball field where the players were signing autographs. Good fun for the whole family – 'cept I ditched the whole family and had a lovely breakfast at Blue Dahlia all by myself. Just me and Mr. NYTimes.
God, I love him, especially Modern Love…even though Modern Love just sent me a rejection letter. Neveryourmind, I’ll send another submission. Someday, said the little ant.

The children ate free hot dogs for breakfast and we rendezvous-ed at the cemetery. How much fun was it to let the children “surf and seek” – a game they made up using the AT&T promos from the baseball game – while lying on the grass chatting about politics with The Professor?

I really do like this town and will be sad when my house is demolished and a condo tower selling Buzzy’s Pizza on the bottom floor sits on my, apparently, very valuable land. Perhaps my appreciation for heritage and history will be bought for a handsome sum, and I’ll move my happy family to Slovenia, which I hear is hopping.

Comments

[Izzy]

I've been know to shed a gleeful tear at parades, while watching someone win the gold at the Olympics and strangely enough, when in the presence of marching bands, which also make the air on my arms stand at attention. Are we freaks?

[Lausten Austin]

My experience with the marathon was a bit different. I was doling out cups of H20 at the station on C. Chavez across from Seaholm. Having to arise at 4:30 after a night of revelry and then risk being run over by racers whilst dispensing tiny cups made for surreality indeed. At least it was an endorphin rush, which at my age is always a gift.

[Value wIT]

Oh, Izzy if we are freaks, then at least I'm in good company. Happy to be in any category with you.