Opening Day!

And of course I’m stuck at work with no radio. Luckily the internet offers many streaming realtime applets to tell me every single pitch of the game. I went for a walk during the later part of the game and passed by many radios sending the sound of the game into the street. The weather is perfect. I stopped to get coffee at the coffee cart and listened just as Grissom drove in another run on an error. As I walked away with my coffee, a guy passed and called out, “What’s the score?” “4-2 Giants,” I said. I smiled as I walked on, feeling that small sense of comradery with strangers when rooting for the same baseball club.

Giants win! And beat L.A., hahaha. Sweetness.

In other news, I had another wedding anxiety dream last night. Nothing to really worry about, in fact I find it fascinating the way my brain is processing all the planning details that are spinning through my life (all landing between the covers of my binder). The dream last night concerned an “everything goes wrong” scenario. People not showing up to do what needs to be done. Me forgetting my dress back home. Rain. Vendors being late or flaking. Everything being late. Me eventually freaking out and screaming at my brother’s girlfriend (who is going to be my hairdresser on the wedding day) for just disappearing before I was supposed to get my hair done. It was so traumatic! I guess those worries needed to be released somehow.

Our landlady lives in the apartment above ours, which has an identical floorplan. She is in the hospital this week for scheduled surgery, so I am feeding her cat. I went up there last night and was very struck by how much “nicer” her place seems. Things are laid out well, decorated nicely (though not to my taste, too much floral), and the place was spotlessly clean. It kind of made me feel like a slob, like our place is a wreck in comparison. And I don’t know what to do about it. I guess I am just not much of a decorator… but I can learn.

I noticed she feeds her kitty the worst possible diet: endless bowls of nothing but Cat Chow dry kibble. Downstairs we call her cat “Bad Cat” — she tried to attack Sasha through the screen door a couple times. Poor girl though. She has a round body, possibly overfed, and is a little skittish. My cats are so damn “spoiled,” which I put in quotes because I don’t think that to feed your furry pals the best food you can find counts as spoiling them. Would you feed your kids nothing but tater tots and candy for their whole lives, or would you instead feed them a nutritious diet? I might even feed my cats rodents if it was easily done. That would be an ideal diet, but truthfully it could backfire since it would require them to actually work.

I want to go home and move furniture around and start working on the handbag I was supposedly making myself for the wedding. Have barely started on it and don’t know what to do. How hard could it be though? Sew lining to outside fabric (inside-out), stuff with cotton batting, sew to the purse frame.

Confession time: I Tivo’d the game today.