Friday, April 27, 2012

A Note on Team Work

The other day, someone said something to the effect of, "Well, we're all on the same team."


On a baseball team, the 2nd baseman plays 2nd base, covers 1st base if needed, and works with both the shortstop and catcher to ensure runners don't successfully steal second.

The 2nd baseman does not sit in the stands and chuck empty peanut shells at the catcher.

If the 2nd baseman (or any other team member) isn't doing his job, he is traded, sent to the minors for more training, or released.

That's the team on which I want to play.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Placid Weekend

Baseball season has started, so that's consuming a lot of my time and energy. I'm still writing -- just started a rewrite of my "second" baseball novel, Summer Fling.

This past weekend, I had a chance to go with TV Stevie on business to Lake Placid, NY. We honeymooned there 24 years ago, so it was a nice jaunt for us.

View from our hotel room
April is quiet in Lake Placid. We did run into a former co-worker as we wandered through the town. Shelli Carlisle was there with her husband Andy, who was playing in an ice hockey tournament. It was good to see her. She looks great.
Lake Placid Public Library

Lake and Mountains

More mountains
We saw The Hunger Games on Friday night. I enjoyed it more than TV Stevie, but then I've read the books.  

TV Stevie had to work on Saturday morning, so I holed up in the hotel room with my laptop and started working on my rewrite. It was very productive.  That afternoon we did some walking and shopping. After TV's late afternoon work shift, we holed up in the room and watched All-Things-Titanic: The Unsinkable Molly Brown; Titanic the Mini Series; A Night to Remember. I thought the latter was the best.

We had a leisurely drive home through the Adirondack Mountains, stopping at the Old Forge Hardware Store in Old Forge. I love that place and can wander forever. They have marvelous yarns. No yarn today, though. Instead, I replaced my missing cast-iron grill pan. So much easier than a Foreman grill.

And somehow it got to be Sunday night again. Where did my weekend go?