Obviously I don't have one single new stitch of needlework to show you.
Don't get me wrong - I have a list of projects as long as your arm and they're all staring at me every day as I sit by this computer and do my work. I just can't get to them. They're so near, yet so far.
Anyway - we went to the Pirate baseball game last night. Ordinarily I love going to PNC Park. It's an awesome ballpark and win or lose, it's usually a fun night. But last night all I wanted to do was get out of there. It was nice at first. Then as the night wore on, it got so doggone hot and the breeze we had felt earlier in the night disappeared. It felt like all of us in the crowd were just breathing the same air over and over again and I was reminded of my grandmother, who used to say, "Oh my, it's so close in here."
Like people were too close to you. Like the air in the room was too close to your body. People just don't use "close" in that way any more.
She also used to call things "dear". As in expensive. "Oh no, I can't buy that brand of coffee. It's too dear." She would have passed out to see the price of a large Pepsi - $5.75. Beer? $8.00. That's some dear beer.
So between the dearness and the closeness, we were out of there at the top of the seventh inning. It also didn't help that the Buccos were losing 10-2...