Journal of a Sabbatical

July 15, 1999

sometimes

Today's Starting Pitcher: Brian Rose

Today's Reading: Black Lamb and Grey Falcon by Rebecca West

Last night I dreamed I was cleaning up tons and tons of cat shit from the floor of the shelter. I guess I really felt guilty about leaving the community litter boxes unwashed.

The fatigue is still with me today. I feel like I have metamorphosed into a giant mold spore.

I moved my recliner chair to the other side of the living room the other night so I could watch the All Star game. Since I can't rotate the antenna I rotated the TV and that got Fox coming in well enough to watch the game but left the TV facing about 110 degrees off from the direction of the chair. Moving the chair meant I had to move the couch. Moving the couch meant I had to move the end tables. And so on.

So now I hate the living room arrangement worse than I did before, but at least I can watch Fox. I still can't watch WB56, which is the Red Sox station, but at least I have some UHF reception. I'm going to have to get cable just for the sake of having an orderly room arrangement, never mind being able to watch the Red Sox - they're better on the radio anyway.

Nancy bought me a Nomar Garciaparra doll with a really big head. I set it on top of the TV while I watched the All Star game. The best parts of the All Star game were the pregame ceremonies and Pedro Martinez. Am I the only one who noticed that the public address announcer introduced Ted Williams as "the greatest hitter who ever lived"? And wasn't it cool when Ted Williams called Nomar Garciaparra "The Kid"?