Today ended up being a day of waiting. Waiting for answers. Waiting to head out for the day (or as it turned out for the evening). A test of patience if ever there was one. But, once the wait and drive out of town was over the fun kicked in. This was no night for gentleman Jack….just the regular everyday version. Jack and I were quick to reacquaint ourselves. I had time to make up as everyone at the party was already up to speed…..
As a side bar - What a fantastic group of people and I’m so happy to have met them this past summer. Playing baseball with the lot, or just hanging out over a beverage - these are good peeps. I’m glad I was able to have one last hurrah with them post-baseball season.
Sadly even athletic, good peeps can be klutzy. This was the case of one of our teammates. After surviving a slippery hot tub/pool visit (the mamma bear in me (and being the most sober) had, admittedly expected the worse there), it was the shower that took him out. He arrived back at the “party room” his finger held tight by his other hand. He was bleeding pretty good after cutting himself shaving.
Fortunately I travel with a first aid kit. Yes, yes, I know. Make fun of me if you must, but THIS time, it was handy to have. I immediately kicked into gear and cleaned, wrapped and taped up his bloody finger. The wrap job was so good that it lasted all night. That made me smile.
I’ll take the teasing. I’m just glad we didn’t need to rush out and find band-aids. Instead we were able to just focus on the task at hand and take it all in stride.
Moments to be prepared.
Moments of fun and silliness.
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