Coffee Chronicles …and Another Bucket List Item Checked Off

The HB is still in a lot of pain

Hey, all you Chroniclers out there!

Day four, it’s our last day in Phoenix. It’s a travel day, and we’re on our way home from Spring Training Coffeehouse Edition, Volume One. 

The good news: we made it to yesterday's game in plenty of time. The bad news: Mr. O stopped talking to me at about 9:30. Oh, he would still share his stories, but if I needed any clarification or had any questions, Mr O forced me to go through an intermediary to converse with him. I would have to ask Mrs O or the HB, who would ask him. He would explain to them what he wanted to tell me, and they would, in turn, tell me what he said, as if I hadn’t just heard him say it, and then he would continue with the story. 

According to Mrs. O, Mr. O prefers not to be reminded of his loquacity. Who knew? I guess I’m gonna have to make it up to him somehow.

So, how did it go? Hmmm…was it a success? Would I do it again? Did I ever get to see a full game? These are all very compound questions. 

Let’s just start at the beginning, shall we? Okay, so how did it go? Well, it went as well as one would expect when you rip your workaholic tax professional wife away from her desk in the middle of tax season and drag her across the Sonoran Desert, forcing her to have fun watching your favorite sport.

Was it a success? Well, kind of. I saw a little baseball, got a WHOLE LOT of sun, and finally made it to Arizona for some Spring Training.

Would I do it again? This one is easy: YOU BETCHA!

…and the biggie: Did I ever see a full game? Nope. Turns out that the HB overdid it the other day after drugs. The pain reliever made her think she was fine walking to the stadium, sitting on those hard seats, and walking back to the car. It was just too much for her. She said she felt pretty good, but by the end of the day, she was hurtin’ for certain. Yesterday, she was probably feeling as poorly as she was on day one of our adventure. We left at the end of the 6th, walked back to the car, and listened to the game on the radio.

In all honesty, everyone except the HB had a really good time, and we’re looking forward to next year. Hopefully, the HB will be feeling better by then.

Headed home

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The other day, we got a call from one of the grandsons. While he was away in North Carolina at a function with his ROTC unit, he contracted COVID. Ugh. That sucks. Poor guy. He wondered if it would be okay if he could quarantine at our place in the spare bedroom since it’s Spring Break, and he didn’t want his younger brother and sister to catch it. Grams looks at me, and I shrug my shoulders. She says, “Of course you can! We’re not in town anyway.”

Fast forward to today when we arrived home after six hours on the I-10 wrangling the road and the inconsiderate drivers who obviously think it’s okay to cut in front of a 20-something-ton RV with very little room and zero notice, all I wanted to do was put my feet up in front of my TV and drink an iced cold Pepsi. I figured I would stick my head in the guest room and find my little guy wrapped up in a blanket, coughing with the chills.

Um, what I found when I opened the front door was him stretched out in my easy chair, watching my TV, and his ungloved hand all over my remote control! “Uh, shouldn’t you be in a hazmat suit behind some plastic sheeting in that room, mister?” I asked, pointing toward the indicated room. 

As if there isn’t a TV in that room, too. What the heck?

“Oh, my bad, Opps. I’m on my way.”

“Yeah,” I thought, “I should hope so.”

The HB & I are headed to the nearest stretch lab to get some work done on her backside.

You know what to do!  Drink ‘em if you got ‘em!

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