Fogust
We are back to some "safe" ground balls after a two week hiatus. Physically this works for me as I'd like to keep going; whether we end up having a softball season or not (not likely). It's good to get back out there with the guys and stretch it out. I don't leave the house without a mask and it looks like that piece of cloth has become another softball accessory. Don't leave home without it.
In a normal year, August is really the beginning of the off-season in San Francisco. Generally, softballers here are putting away their gloves, after a full season of play and 3 tournaments in July. There is even some softball burnout. It's a total blank slate this year.
Fogust is alive.
Green wet grass and softballers masks
make gray blue.
Mother nature has nothing to do with what's going on with people, it's not her department. It's August or as some of us call it here: Fogust. The cool breeze and the fluffy gray and white sky permeates everything in the mornings. Playing in the Bay Area for the last 20 years, I prefer this coolness. When you're playing on the road and have to do a game in a much warmer climate, you really feel the heat more than locals. When I see people talk about 114 degrees, in say Palm Springs, this time of year I think: "ouch".
Otherwise we continue to shelter. The numbers in California aren't good so it doesn't make sense to change anything we're doing at the moment. I know more folks are going out and about, it's a personal choice but my hope is that folks are remaining diligent about masks and distancing. I'm not advocating living like a hermit, only that folks be careful.
I continue to dream about travel.
It's now a year since our last trip. We were in London for a week, then NYC for 4 days. There were a number of wonderful shows highlighted by Falsettos in the UK and both parts of the Inheritance in New York. Not having plays and musicals right now is hard. As a theatre lover, I have seen a lot of online performances during the pandemic and while it's been good and I'm absolutely grateful for it, it's not quite the same animal as being there in front of a live performance. I guess I'm a traditionalist about it.
The close ups in those online performances are weird. I always think: "no...let me look at what I want to see...don't make that decision for me." In some ways, it's like being in a museum with someone standing next to you, pushing your face into what moves that individual. "Look at the color the artist uses for her feet." I like doing that without the leash.
The dreams are nice actually and almost feel like I'm really there and not in 2020. I do always wake up in 2020 though. :)