Well, it was a good effort – at least through the first of the wild card playoffs – the As managed to squeak by the Chicago White Sox. Then, down two games in the second series, they managed to pull it off yesterday. Not so today. They tried, at least some of them did, and some of the time. It just didn’t click – with the final score being 11-6. Ah, maybe next year?
Meanwhile, I can completely ignore baseball from here to February. Or perhaps later – it all depends. Basketball (Women’s) is also over. I am not for football (American).
So I can go back to my audio books – and stitching….
Yes, I am more than comfortable, sitting in our back bedroom/guest room/TV room with baseball on the television, but it just is not the same. Not like sitting the ball park. Not being surrounded by fellow noisy (and noise making fans) and most certainly not bothering to wear As logo gear.
Admittedly, I don’t miss the PITA of riding BART to and from the game. Nor cmoming home late. But I miss my game day friends, cheap food & souvenirs, and the pleasure of driving the occasional opposing side right fielder out of the game.
But all of that is not stopping me from watching the As play. without yelling, cheering, or cowbell it is just too quiet. I am also keeping an eye on the Twins as a back up team to support. Angel informs me that the Mets have to figure out their bullpen before they have a chance – the absence of a closer is costing them.
So that is the update.
Game stitching is the Linen & Threads 2020 Mystery SAL
Which, as you will see over the next week – is not a clock.
Otherwise I am making relatively good progress on my Tempting Tangles Coffee Sampler. Originally released in 16 parts, I have parts 1-4 completed (except for a small blank spot) as well as 5 & 8. Now to finish up parts 6&7 to claim 50% completed…
Last year, or perhaps it was the year before, I added the Oakland Athletics Schedule to my calendar. It provided me regular notice on the games including whether they were home or away so that I could plan the rest of my life. Life does revolve around purchased tickets (baseball, other sports, theater, concerts, whatever) since taking full advantage of sunk costs just seems sensible.
This year, obviously there is no baseball. I am sure that it might give someone else comfort. But for me, it is just one more almost daily reminder that there is NO baseball. Or softball. Or soccer. Or cruises with Dani from Hawaii to Vancouver.
I have been trying unsuccessfully for weeks to get rid of this paritcular calendar. There is absolutely no point in notes that “there is a game tomorrow” or “your games starts in 15 minutes. Watch on MLB app…” since there is NO baseball. Unsubscribe on my computer? It repopulates from my iPad. and/or phone. And round and round. And if I take all devices off line, I can’t unsubscribe.
My last ditch attempt this morning was to unsubscribe each device in turn and immediately take it off line till the last one done.
So far, so good…
something else out there…..
And in Falcon Chick update
– the third hatched. The live cam is here for those who want to be entertained by something other than a screen saver. Warning, just because you don’t potentially hear some of those high pitched shrieks (GRINNELL – where ARE YOU???) doesn’t mean that cat/dog/or other person in your house is going to wonder exactly what annoying soundtrack you have playing.
Clearing off the baseball stuff first. Thanks to the records of other teams – the As will host the American League Wild Card game on Wednesday. Which is good considering that they lost the last two games of the season to the Mariners. Especially watching them today, I am not sure that their heads were really in the game. Best I can say is that they weren’t shut out.
Now, due to the fact that Tampa Bay is from the East Coast, the start time needed to be modified so that all those poor Floridians don’t have to stay up too much past their bedtimes. Rather that our usual 1905 first pitch, the game will start at 1700 PDT. That is right – 5 0’clock in the afternoon. Seriously. Not an afternoon game, not an evening game but a weird time in between. Personally, I think it has to do with sales of ads on the TV broadcasts, but what do I know?
Looking at Stub Hub, the only quantity of tickets are either on Mount Davis (upper deck in outfield) or plaza deck in outfield. But there are people who seem to think that their tickets are worth multiple hundreds of $$$. I wish them luck. Especially since you can buy tickets for Mt Davis directly from the As for less than ½ the Stub Hub asks..
In more important news, George is stable. Absolutely exhausted but holding his own.
My plans to take Alex (son-in-law) out for brunch on his birthday were partly thwarted by PG&E (Pacific Gas & Electric) which treated us to a power outage this morning. Affecting a goodly portion of Berkeley, Albany, San Pablo Avenue, El Cerrito, Kensington etc, all the places we enjoy going to for breakfast were without power. = no coffee….
We wound up in Emeryville as the nearest location that had power.
I returned the rental car this morning at San Diego Airport. Picked up a physical boarding pass from Southwest Airlines and worked my way through the usual disorder of TSA. Of note is that the USO is at Terminal 2 (which makes sense as the “International Terminal). I decided it just wasn’t worth the hike over and back. My flight was on time and I arrived in Oakland with more than enough time that I could have gone home.
But since there was about 3 hours to this evening’s game; the final homestand of the 2019 season it just didn’t seem worth the effort. Instead, I hung out in the terminal long enough to make sure that my phone was charged before heading on the mono-rail to the Coliseum BART station and the overpass to the Stadium with plenty of time to locate both food and drink.
I lasted till about 2100 when it was obvious that this game was going to take forever. Two hours in and we were not even out of the 5th inning. Managing to miss the Richmond train by seconds (I just love people who block stairs, escalators with their intense conversations or cell-phone huddles) so had to wait 25 minutes for the next train.
I was home in time to watch the 9th inning. To watch the As lose to the Royals, perhaps the second worst team in the league. In good news – the Twins won. If the A’s can get it together, they actually may hang on to their wild card slot.
And tomorrow is another day. Another drive to UCSF.
A long time ago – oh let us say May – I made a couple of appointments for myself. Figured that George would be well past the time that he needed to go to UCSF twice a week, and besides, his appointment days were Monday and Thursday. So here I am, end of August and needing to be at the VA at the same time he needs to be at UCSF. He did agree to be dropped off early so that I wouldn’t be late.
Imagine my surprise to find that there was essentially no traffic at all heading to SF over the Bay Bridge. I mean, zero back up at the Toll Plaza at 0815 on a Friday morning. There is normally more traffic that that at 1400 in the afternoon or 0200 at night. Dropped him off at UCSF, went to the VA.
In case you are wondering why we didn’t do it in the other order (besides the fact that I don’t really want him driving right now) it is simple. UCSF charges $4/hr for parking. Parking at the VA is free….
I finished with my appointments just about the time that the infusion center released him from transfusions
it is not ghee
(and a bone marrow biopsy).
traffic back was unusually light for a Friday afternoon.
Then we watched the As defeat the Yankees for the fourth time in a row (three in Oakland and now the first game in the Bronx).
some how, in my willingness to ship off Engineer Guy to six weeks of internship in Connecticut, I forgot an import point. One of his main contributions to the household since returning from school in San Diego has been taking over most of the routine household tasks. Those simple but annoying things. He was taking out the garbage (this is California – recycling here requires sorting), 90% of the cooking and, most importantly, cleaning the kitchen.
He caught a flight on Saturday, spent the weekend with his sister in New York, then caught a train on Monday morning. Happily back working But not here. So there I am, washing dishes, loading and unloading the dishwasher, and taking out garbage, trash, and watering the lemon tree.
(whine, whine, whine)
Yesterday I worked on sorting out and cleaning the studio/sewing room/storage area while the Eldest did some sewing. I had been thinking about doing a bit more today, but abandoned the idea in favor of heading to the Coliseum to watch the As wipe the Mariners off the map and out of the park. Our pitcher was, frankly, not great. Theirs we’re worse. Two of the As clobbered a pair of home runs each. End result? 10:2 with 10:8 as far as hits. And, amazingly enough, no errors on either side. For the fans listening on the radio – RF149’s apologies for the lack of drummers. Four cowbells and a woodblock just can’t carry the same level of sound.
Not bad for 0dark30. The birds don’t provide enough light to be able to navigate, but, hey – they are fun!
I am thinking about getting
(the game was much harder fought today with the As pulling out a 3:2 victory in the bottom of the 9th thanks to the White Sox’s short stop who bobbled what should have been a double play ball, with the subsequent throw being off. Pinder meanwhile blasted past second and kept on going. Crossing the plate with the winning run – it was secondary to an error rather than a hit, but no one cared. It was incredible to watch and it is great to have the Sweep. Jon Jay? Left field today – but we chose to use his name rather than Tilsen who pulled right field duty. Never let it be said that we don’t know the name of the opposing team’s right fielder.
I looked at those two flamingos – and all the empty space around them.
two for the price of one
so there are now four birds (these two also have solar cells attached).
I am taking my entertainment where I can find it – and it normally is in small and quiet moments. These make me smile.
(As did the As game – it was a 13:2 rout. Then there was the issue of the White Sox’s right fielder. Jon Jay. Apparently he couldn’t understand the post run cheer – “we love you Oakland, we do (x3), not you [right fielder’s name]” and filled in something else in his head. Complained. Security came to talk to us. We looked at them like they were insane. Said they should talk to any of the security who had been working the park for more than a day. Like the cheer hadn’t changed in at least 10 years. The end result is that there was a replacement right fielder starting with the 7th inning. Didn’t change the cheer – nor several repeats of “we want Jay….
I don’t think the White Sox have been in Oakland for a few years. Certainly this particular right fielder seems to have played for enough different teams over the years that he should have know about RF149. My prediction is that he will be in left field tomorrow. Since the left field bleachers had been know for flags, chants, and noise makers, I don’t think that will be any more peaceful….
Since yesterday was a holiday – the waiting room at UCSF was jammed to the gills with both the Friday and Thursday patients. Since there was little to no traffic, the drive in went smoothly, the clinic was running at full speed and we were able to get out of San Francisco before what would normally be Friday afternoon traffic.
I was tired when we got home. Heading upstairs to finish off (finally) the one quilt, I pulled out the stitching and redid the quilting.
all but the binding
and then I moved on to this –
another Liberty Puzzle
with a lot of fun pieces
and decided I was just too tired to think about going to a baseball game. Sent off a message to a fellow member of the group that I wouldn’t be making the game. Then I pulled up At Bat (the app) and sent her off a second message. She concurred as well; Seattle was just to far to go in the next 30 minutes….
Contrary to public opinion, none of us have up and vanished. Life has just been a bit of a slog, more so probably for George than the rest of us, but still, the days have sort of blended together in an unending cycle of up, meds, meals, more meds, naps, work around the sleeping dude, more meals, meds and attempting to have enough energy to do all those basic life functions that involve laundry, grocery stores and cooking (hello? I made a deal 40+ years ago that my life did not include kitchens or bathrooms. Something is seriously wrong here….)
Between 2x weekly trips through insane traffic to SF and running various and assorted errands around here, the last week and a half have sort of slipped by in a blur. Life has been defined in 5 x day medications, sore feet (George), taking out trash & kitchen clean-up (Noah), filling our freezer with tasty goodies (Shana), dog visits (Gwen) and attempting to straighten out the amount of “stuff” that is trying to take over our lives
other than that – the Minnesota Twins are in town for a three day series over the 4th. Tonights game was a bit of a slug fest (3 home runs on each side). For the Twins – Jason Castro is local to the Bay Area. He had a huge number of family and friends present. If someone wThere as going to hit two home runs for the Twins, I am glad it was him. If someone was going to hit a grand slam – it was terrific that it was our brand new catcher in his first game in the majors.
And believe it or not – there are some rude Twins fans. LA and Houston fans have come to understand that there is always sound coming from the Coliseum Right and Left Field Bleachers; it is not worth complaining about. Especially if one attempts to do it a al D Trump on Twitter. Hello? There is no such thing as “too much Cow Bell…..” Oh – final score? 8:6 As
That works in life, baseball and medical decisions. After all, one needs all the facts before considering where to go next.
The As pulled off an amazing win (thank Chapman’s home run with two on in the bottom of the ninth). Unfortunately, I left at the end of the eighth. Just too much to do on top of freezing in the windy stadium.
Backing up now to the morning – BART + the N-Judah. With the potential for being able to spring George either tomorrow or this weekend, the nurse coordinator had scheduled the mandatory teaching sessions. So there was the dietitian, the pharmacist, the infusion service (going home with a line to continue IV meds is much better than hanging out in the hospital.)
[Aside. Back in the old days – 1970s for example, it was absolutely unheard of for a patient to be receiveing IV therapy outside a hospital environment. Admittedly, we didn’t have the fancy micro-chip computer pumps that are the standard today, – but the idea that anyone would provide care that was normally within the provenance of nursing or medical care just didn’t occur to anyone. There wasn’t much change through the 80s and into the 90s. Several outside influences came into play – law, policy, cost – and the attitudes of what could be done at home vs. hospital changed drastically especially once we entered the era of “managed care” and “utilization management.” Besides spawning an extensive industry of home health care, a significant portion of care was shifted from health care professionals to family members. What, in some ways is really surprising, this didn’t include laundry, bed linens or food, unlike much of the rest of the world. Which takes us today. People go home with draining woods, central lines, and occasionally the need for infusions around the clock. None of which are seen as requiring “skilled nursing care” if a family member can be instructed.]
Now it is a matter of waiting – to see if his blood counts are stable over night so that we can blow this popsicle stand tomorrow. Somehow the staff seems to think that hanging out over the weekend, even if I have to drive him over every day would be more than satisfactory. Me? I want George home. But the prospect of having to drive over twice a week is daunting enough. Extra trips? The thought makes me shudder.
Anyway, I still have to stop at the grocery store tonight, sort out a few things at home and otherwise get organized.
I survived this mornings removal of the old fridge and placement of the new. It was a real slog for the delivery guys since they had, once again, a big truck. They parked on the street. Wheeled the fridge up the steep driveway on a dolly, then hauled it up the 20 slate stairs to the house. Plus the two steps up into the house, and the steps back down to the kitchen level (via the living room so as to avoid narrow corners and doorways.
the finished puzzle
close up of the lower sky
It was after 1100 by the time the new one was hooked up and working. From there it was off to BART (usual route to UCSF) and spent the afternoon with George. Snuck out about 1800 and headed to Oakland.
Just barely made it to my seat before the first pitch. The Mariners have left town and the Orioles have arrived. And, since I hadn’t had enough sense this morning to pack for the game – I was completely without my cowbell…The As managed to squeak out a win. I headed back to SF and the Outer Sunset for the night
Shall we just ignore the As pitchers yesterday who managed to blow up, magnificently in extra innings.
George was looking much better today. Even a small break from the chemo does wonders for his energy level. He doesn’t look any different; perhaps a bit more color since his hemoglobin level is higher than it has been in months. But otherwise, he just looks normal.
I made a detour to Berkeley this morning to discuss next year’s teaching schedule at Cal. I guess I am making a commitment to be around, at least for spring semester. (But hello, the best TAs are in the fall anyway..) Dani (Daughter #2) came over to spend time with her dad while I was out. Then there was the side trip to Oakland. According to our NYC crew, the TV cameras pointed toward RF 149 more than once. That would have been the highlight….
Tomorrow is transplant time. From what we know, the stem cell donation arrived from Germany.
passed for George in a lot of fatigue. I think the constant night time interruptions are wearing him down a bit. According to his blood work, the chemo is definitely doing its thing. Poor guy, going from essentially medication free to more than you can count on the fingers of two hands. When you have to wear hospital socks instead of shoes… But if I can read the schedule correctly, two of the chemos should finish tonight.
So it was a pretty quiet day for him. I ducked out part way through and once again dealt with the wonders of BART to get to the Coliseum and back. The As managed to get a win with a rather impressive fan turnout, both from here and LA (Angels in town). Apparently Anaheim isn’t too far to drive or fly if you want to see your team.
Spent the early part of the evening back with George before heading to Outer Sunset for the night.
Perhaps one of the hardest things about being in the hospital is the inability to get uninterrupted sleep. Between the chemo (q4 for one, + 2 others at different times), the nurses, the docs, blood drawing, and own self maintenance there isn’t much energy left over for anything else. George is watching some TV, working on his pile of non-fiction books and catching naps between interruptions.
This particular ward is one of two dedicated to Heme/Onc and the Bone Marrow Transplant/Stem Cell Transplant service. Obviously, all rooms are solo. An organizer of protective gear hangs on the outside of each door. Until his white count drops out of sight, I can bring him outside food. The critical question asked yesterday was whether lattes from the coffee shop inside the hospital counted as “inside food” or “outside food.” The little pleasures are to be held onto as long as possible. If you want to wear the hospital gowns, no problem. If you want your own clothes – that is completely all right. Practically speaking, soft t-shirts and sweatpants are the most comfortable. One of my contributions will be frequent laundry.
I stayed for a few hours in the morning, then met Alex (my son-in-law) at the As game. Getting there was the challenge. For that matter, getting to the hospital on a holiday weekend? Instead of the normal street car, it was the N Owl (night bus). BART to the game? One train headed across the Bay from SF. One. Change at 12th Street, change at 19th Street or chance at MacArthur depending on which of the other three lines you actually wanted. Sardines all the way in any case.
It was cool, it didn’t rain. The As finished sweeping the Mariners. Last year, they were a team hard to beat. This year, they are “rebuilding.”
Back to the hospital for a couple of hours before heading over to a friends to check on the cat, do a load of laundry and attempt to catch up on my sleep.
In a format similar to calculating a space launch, the BMT (bone marrow transplant) unit labels the transplant day as zero, then counts forwards and backwards.
Hospital admission is D-7 (which was Thursday, 23 May) which means today, as Saturday, is D-5. There is a strict schedule of which chemo gets started when and for how long. All of them run, it seems over hours and hours. Nothing, other than a few pre-medications, is just over and done.
George looks good and is in a good mood. If he hadn’t brought a pile of books plus have his iPad for the news and the TV I think he would be bored out of his mind. Although he hasn’t been as physically active for the last several months as before, he just normally doesn’t hang out in bed. The living room lounger? The couch in the guest room? His desk, the table? All of those, but world not limited to the same four wall plus I.V. pole which follows him everyone, leashed to him like a puppy.
I may name it.
The third lovely poison of the chemos starts at 0200 on D-4.
My break every day is the one hour over and back to the Coliseum for the As home stand which just started. They managed to pull off a win on Friday night and again this afternoon, both against the Mariners. I won’t say that the pitchers didn’t attempt to divest of the win, but it was a lot closer than all of us would have liked.