Because of my phone issues (the SIM card replacement and network upgrade has become a nightmare of company eff-ups), I've been living in 1996. Anyway, Happy Birthday, Dan!
My weekends have been increasingly busy, but that's life. Between Surf baseball, Camille swim, laundry and grocery shopping obligations, housework, and random other things, the weekend is almost more busy than the week.
Like this past weekend. Baseball was canceled, but it was a rain makeup that only three or four players could attend. But there was a rally at SpaceX, and that was pretty cool. The plant is right off the green line, now called the C train, and we live off the blue line---now the A train---so getting there was going to be a cinch, and I wouldn't need to be driving.
Of course I brought the kids. This is what civic action looks like. While it may be May, it was windy and chilly on the platform as waited for the C train.
The rally was well attended:
And their swag game was like one would expect. Cass doing his early Willie Nelson impression:
Camille with a sign that was for kids to coor in, and we did, hours later at home:
Then, on Sunday, on top of mostly the other stuff going on, we has Little League Day at Dodger Stadium. In uniform, or at least jersey and cap, Cass and I got to take a lap around the warning track of Dodger Stadium. It was us and fifteen-thousand others, but it was cool:
In the picture above, Cass and I were walking briskly in a mobbed queue as we snaked along the covered concourse towards the stairs to the field, where we'd come out and snake along the dirt in the opposite direction.
Here's Cass in his #3 jersey and Thor hair. His feet were hurting, he said, which is how we get this basic grimace in the pictures of the day, like below:
Behind home plate:
Below, if you zoom in, you can see Corrie and Camille and our friend Delphine in the crowd cheering us on:
I tried to get a picture of Cass jumping into the wall, pantomiming catching a fly-ball, but without a glove it looks more listless than I was hoping for:
The game itself was pretty cool. I guess. The Angels plated three runs in the top half of the first inning--two homers will do that--and since we were so far up in the nosebleed seats, our view was pretty good. We were also shaded.
We got to see Ohtani, though, and that was cool:
Corrie and Delphine left before us, as Corrie needed to get back to the kittens that we're fostering again. We left only a few innings later, getting ahead of the traffic that can be ridiculous. As we were snaking our way to the exits, Shohei came up for the third time and drove in the first Dodger run of the game. He ahd the first Dopdger hit in his second at-bat. It was 4-0 when we got up to head to the bathrooms before leaving, and 4-1 when we got to the exit. It was 4-4 when I checked when we got home. But the Dodgers lost 6-4, representing the first time since, like, 2010 the Angels swept the Dodgers.
The weekend was cool, but...holy hell! People say you'll miss it when the kids are grown, or taking care of themselves, but, jeepers!
Happy Birthday Dan! Again!
