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This year's Fourth was pretty quiet and close to home. Other than a midmorning walk with the dog, neither of us has left the premises, nor will we, barring the unforeseen. I did patronize a local business when out and about, as two girls were running a SnoCone stand at the end of their driveway. They got a dollar from me and advice to put out a dog water bowl to expand their inventory line.
It's been a long tradition around here to wind up on national holidays either with household disasters and/or trips for emergency medical treatment- if not for one of us, for a furbaby. I gave it my best shot earlier at possibly both happening, but walked away from a safe, if not quite complete, early afternoon project. A few weeks ago, Eleanor got up on an extension ladder and cleaned out our front gutters, for the first time in years. A recent run of rain resulted in some significant black goo overflowing from the one along the back of the house and falling to the ground or, most noticeably, on top of the greenhouse roof that backs up to the kitchen window. That's now been mostly hosed down, but I also got the extension ladder out and cleared the gutter itself from the corner of the house to the greenhouse edge, then hosed through it to clear more crap from that point eastward. It's not finished, but I know my limits when getting tired and am safely back where my biggest worry is a paper cut.
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I also had time for memories from this day, for it was on the Fourth in 2018, almost halfway through the Era of You Know Who, that I was so proud of my country on the Fourth, I left it. But just for the day, and just for the Mets.
The full Happy Recap of that day from the end of that week is here, but to summarize and bring it into the present:
The 7Line Army planned an outing to Toronto for "North on the Fourth," and I took one of the shortest drives of any of the enlistees to join them. Parking as usual at a GO station near Oakville, eventually meeting up with my already Met fan friend Rebecca, and meeting Rochesterian visitors Tim and MaryEllen for the first time (and the last until seeing them at the jazz festival last month). We all then marched from the bar to the ballpark, where the Mets Put It In The Books! over the future Buffalo Blue Jays by a score of 6-3. Brandon Nimmo was the only current Met on the field, and their then manager Mickey Callaway brought the team's record up to 34-49 in his first season, so, pretty much just where we are now.
They would end that July of 2018 with a record-setting 25-4 loss to the Nationals, the season well out of the playoffs, and the Mets managerial career of Callaway midway through the next year. It was my last road trip in support of this team, and, barring some miracle, will continue to be that for quite some time. But I still treasure the company and memories of this day, eh?
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As for present events, the Mets are currently South on the Fourth, matching those six runs in Arizona against 4 at present for the home team, as we hope they'll hold up for two more innings. As promised, I also got caught up on the most recent episode of the current Star Trek series, which also paid a visit to the Toronto of a fairly recent year (not much of a stretch, since it's filmed there). Their Heroes were there in the winter, though, and while I'll keep the spoilers to a minimum, I will say the male lead honored his American legacy by ordering a few hot dogs from a Toronto street vendor. I didn't catch the brand, but,....
....it might have BEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!
It's been fun, watching this show during these days off with a pointy-eared alien-
- and Mister Spock.
The boys, meanwhile, were exploring things in the kitchen-
-Bubba wrap.
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Other than those, the day's been mostly seated-down. I read in the most recent arriving New Yorker (this week's still MIA) about the book "The Art Thief" and the films "Asteroid City" and "Maggie Moore(s)." Ordered the e-book of the former from the library, and while we could either stream the second of those films or leave the house for Wes Anderson's "Asteroid City" at the Amherst, we're going to continue the Alan Arkin Film Fest with Ben Affleck's Argo, which we've never seen. I also got a geezer nap in on account of the impending loss of sleep from fireworks an hour or so after sundown. They get so loud at times, it probably even bothers the Canadians. Now to just wait out the hopefully happy results from Arizona.
ETA: Happy but slightly delayed, as the Mets are now 3-0 in July!
It's been a long tradition around here to wind up on national holidays either with household disasters and/or trips for emergency medical treatment- if not for one of us, for a furbaby. I gave it my best shot earlier at possibly both happening, but walked away from a safe, if not quite complete, early afternoon project. A few weeks ago, Eleanor got up on an extension ladder and cleaned out our front gutters, for the first time in years. A recent run of rain resulted in some significant black goo overflowing from the one along the back of the house and falling to the ground or, most noticeably, on top of the greenhouse roof that backs up to the kitchen window. That's now been mostly hosed down, but I also got the extension ladder out and cleared the gutter itself from the corner of the house to the greenhouse edge, then hosed through it to clear more crap from that point eastward. It's not finished, but I know my limits when getting tired and am safely back where my biggest worry is a paper cut.
----
I also had time for memories from this day, for it was on the Fourth in 2018, almost halfway through the Era of You Know Who, that I was so proud of my country on the Fourth, I left it. But just for the day, and just for the Mets.
The full Happy Recap of that day from the end of that week is here, but to summarize and bring it into the present:
The 7Line Army planned an outing to Toronto for "North on the Fourth," and I took one of the shortest drives of any of the enlistees to join them. Parking as usual at a GO station near Oakville, eventually meeting up with my already Met fan friend Rebecca, and meeting Rochesterian visitors Tim and MaryEllen for the first time (and the last until seeing them at the jazz festival last month). We all then marched from the bar to the ballpark, where the Mets Put It In The Books! over the future Buffalo Blue Jays by a score of 6-3. Brandon Nimmo was the only current Met on the field, and their then manager Mickey Callaway brought the team's record up to 34-49 in his first season, so, pretty much just where we are now.
They would end that July of 2018 with a record-setting 25-4 loss to the Nationals, the season well out of the playoffs, and the Mets managerial career of Callaway midway through the next year. It was my last road trip in support of this team, and, barring some miracle, will continue to be that for quite some time. But I still treasure the company and memories of this day, eh?
----
As for present events, the Mets are currently South on the Fourth, matching those six runs in Arizona against 4 at present for the home team, as we hope they'll hold up for two more innings. As promised, I also got caught up on the most recent episode of the current Star Trek series, which also paid a visit to the Toronto of a fairly recent year (not much of a stretch, since it's filmed there). Their Heroes were there in the winter, though, and while I'll keep the spoilers to a minimum, I will say the male lead honored his American legacy by ordering a few hot dogs from a Toronto street vendor. I didn't catch the brand, but,....
....it might have BEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!
It's been fun, watching this show during these days off with a pointy-eared alien-
- and Mister Spock.
The boys, meanwhile, were exploring things in the kitchen-
-Bubba wrap.
----
Other than those, the day's been mostly seated-down. I read in the most recent arriving New Yorker (this week's still MIA) about the book "The Art Thief" and the films "Asteroid City" and "Maggie Moore(s)." Ordered the e-book of the former from the library, and while we could either stream the second of those films or leave the house for Wes Anderson's "Asteroid City" at the Amherst, we're going to continue the Alan Arkin Film Fest with Ben Affleck's Argo, which we've never seen. I also got a geezer nap in on account of the impending loss of sleep from fireworks an hour or so after sundown. They get so loud at times, it probably even bothers the Canadians. Now to just wait out the hopefully happy results from Arizona.
ETA: Happy but slightly delayed, as the Mets are now 3-0 in July!