Many of you know about my obsession with baseball. It’s an obsession that started just over a year ago. My friend, Suz, got me into this mess. And now I’m a stressed-out wreck after last night’s World Series game. I should be blogging about retreat things. And showing you pics of fabulous quilts or even recipes that I promised. But I repeat. I’m a stressed-out wreck. I have a tightness in my chest if I even think about tonight’s Game 7.
And this is sort of related to retreat things. I’ll give you a few retreat pics here to whet your appetite for more. As if you needed your appetite whetted.
Here’s a pic from retreat! Suz brought us all Cracker Jacks and tossed them out during the games last Sunday and Monday to all who were there. There were leftovers. And I ate 27 bags of them during last night’s game. It saved me from biting my nails. The nails have no hope tonight.
We also had this issue at retreat on Wednesday.
Which could be related to the way we were getting our signal? Do you like our crazy Christmas tree antennae? We even adorned it with a quilt block star at the top in hopes of making it better.
Anyway – it’s probably just as well that this happened:
Which actually was a good thing at retreat. We all got more sewing done! But because I wasn’t quite sure I should believe the 643 news stories I read or even the texts that other retreaters received about the rain delay, I turned on the TV at game time on Wednesday. Only to be greeted by this:
Sigh. The obsession would have to wait for Thursday night at home.
In the meantime there are great stress-relievers at retreat.
How about sitting out on the porch with a cozy cat in your lap? Lynda and Suz did just that on Wed afternoon. Nice way to get in a little relaxing in between frantic sewing. Because it’s imperative that everyone work on no less than 14 projects in 3 days at retreat. I’m a rebel. I’m lucky if I work on two.
Lynda discovered how stress-relieving it can be to have a purring cat in your lap. Well, except for those talons this one has for claws. Ouch.
And about 5 minutes later, Kitty was ready for the Game That Didn’t Happen, too. Can somebody bring me a beer, please? Isn’t it about time for the game to start? Sigh.
Here’s another stress-inducing happening at retreat. Karen unrolled a roll of fusible fleece and found what she claimed was a little dead friend inside. We all jumped up to take a look. And I mean all of us, cameras in hand.
Only he wasn’t dead, he was only taking a nap! And he yawned, stretched and headed out as we all watched. Some a bit closer than others. Brave Davene, armed with a rotary cutter, took care of him and we all went back to our sewing.
But I must admit, I was a little nervous as I stuck my feet down into my sheets in the dark room that night. I would have felt better if I’d had the light on and could throw back the covers to make sure there were no tresspassers hanging out in my bed. But my sleeping roomies might have taken offense. So I slid into bed carefully and prayed I was there alone.
I really didn’t need this guy to add more stress to my life. My beloved Rangers are doing enough to induce cardiac events for me lately.
I even had two very good friends attend the game last night! That’s Angel Brian on the left (who helped move my parents from Colorado last March) and our Youth Pastor, Adam on the right. They drove all night Wednesday night to go to last night’s history-making, stress-inducing game. At this moment I don’t know if they were able to score some tickets for tonight’s game too. Or if they are traveling home right now. I’m keeping up with them on Facebook.
So tonight I will, once again, be glued to my TV. Perhaps if the Rangers could please score about 10 runs in the first inning, I might relax enough to blog about more retreat things during the game? In the meantime, I might have to head to the store for more Cracker Jacks.
And if any of you have a spare defibrillator laying around, you might want to run it by my house this afternoon. I have a feeling I’m gonna need it.
Go Rangers. Please, please, please GO RANGERS!!!!!!!!
Your adoring fan, thanks to Suz,