It's the traditional if not the official end of summer, and it's been a pretty quiet one around Lake Woebegon, North Coast annex. A couple of weeks in June back in western PA was all the traveling, and the recognized summer activity included a few walks on the beach, one backyard do, and two baseball games--both our local Humboldt Crabs, one on my own and one with Margaret. Apart from the band and some choice commentary from the crowd (as the manager and infielders of the opposing team gathered at the pitcher's mound in a crucial game situation, someone suggested they "talk about your feelings") there was the usual complete baseball experience. That second game we saw the Crabs right fielder make two stunning throws to nail runners at the plate.
Mostly it was homebodying, a little assisting with house and garden, so maybe it's not too impressive that my summer reading included not only Kim Stanley Robinson's entire Mars trilogy (some 2000 paperback pages) but his related 434 page book, The Martians. So maybe I did more traveling that I thought. I spent the summer on Mars.
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