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Tuesday, July 23, 2002

It didn't rain today, far from it, but it felt a little as if a dark cloud were following me around. It was one of those days when all the little things go awry, and you're left looking over your shoulder to see when the big one will hit. I guess it didn't, really, but I'm still looking.

I had to leave the house twice on the same errand run this morning. That's a bad start. I'm going to the bank and the post office, so all I have to remember is to take the deposit and the mail, right? It shouldn't have been a big deal to remember both at the same time, instead of having it hit me on the way to the post office that I'd forgotten the bank deposit.

Then when I found the audit notice in my mailbox, I just wanted to crawl back into bed. Instead I drove home, picked up the deposit, and went to the bank, where I had to stand in line behind a woman who kept backing into me. That wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't turned around and given me a dirty look every time she did it.

I could only give her so much room without having someone think the line ended with her and step in front of me. I finally had to step on the back of her sandal to hold her in place. Well, no, I didn't really do that, but don't think it didn't cross my mind.

The audit. The insurance company that's dropping us (and all other California contractors) like last week's garbage (and believe me, have recent experience with that foul odor) wants to look over our books, just in case we didn't pay them enough. Did we have any claims? No. Did we pay our exorbitant premiums on time? Yes. Did they give us any notice of this audit? One week. Pissed me the hell off.

Feeling a little put upon, I almost decided I didn't have the energy to watch my nephews play softball tonight, but at the last minute I drove across town to their game. It's a good thing they play for fun, because the team really sucks, and that's putting it nicely.

It's funny watching guys who have no idea what to do try to figure out where the ball is going and what they should be doing about it. It would be okay if they played badly but with enthusiasm, but some of them don't put much effort behind their incompetence. I'm sure they don't care, the ones who play so miserably. It's hard on the ones who do care, though.

They haven't won a game, or even come very close. Tonight they lost 35-8. It could have been worse, but after a while the other team stopped trying, too. Once you're ahead by twenty or thirty runs, it's hard to stay interested. They batted left-handed for the last half of the game and ran the bases one at a time even if they could have gone farther. I'm surprised they didn't start running backwards. It would have been hard to watch this game, but Eric and David actually played pretty well.

Shasta Lake

A view of Shasta Lake.

John and Suzanne were at the game. They stayed at the lake a week longer than I did. (Well, it's their houseboat, why wouldn't they?) Apparently the mouse I mentioned yesterday is still in residence, eating everything in sight and defying all attempts to trap it. They had to leave it behind and hope for the best when David goes back up there this weekend.

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