Out to the Ball Park

Because we have a partial season ticket plan for the Nats and since Heidi’s dad is such a big baseball fan, it seemed like a fun idea to go see the AAA Buffalo Bisons play at their home field this afternoon. We bought our tickets online yesterday, on the third-base line and right behind home plate, only 10 rows up from the field. The day was warm and sunny, but there was a breeze and plenty of puffy clouds to offer shade from time to time. 

The field is right downtown, with a view of several historic buildings and the on-ramp to the Peace Bridge. Named for Sahlen’s, a local hot dog company, the food at the ball park is actually really good: in addition to Sahlen’s franks, there is beef on weck, chicken wings, and soft-serve frozen custard.

The team is doing well, just one game out from first place. The Bisons are the farm team for the Toronto Blue Jays, and they were playing the Toledo Mud Hens, Detroit’s Triple-A team. July 16 is Buffalo Day, because 716 has been the area code here since 1947, and the Bisons were wearing new, locally-made jerseys and caps to celebrate the event. There were plenty of crowd-friendly activities as well, local trivia, ice cream scooping contest, blindfolded ice cream flavor guessing, kids racing the mascot around the bags, and the “WCC” race between chicken wing, blue cheese, and carrot (today they were joined by beef on weck). 

All in all? It was a classic American summer afternoon, and despite a few snafus with our group (think health and mobility) we all had a grand time, and Heidi’s parents are napping peacefully as I write.

Creature of Habit

Despite the big, beautiful, fenced-in backyard that Heidi’s parents have, each morning when I get up, Lucy runs over and nudges her leash. Even if I let her out in the yard, she hurriedly pees and then returns to the door, eager for a walk.

It’s hard to blame her— a morning outing before breakfast has been the routine since she was an eight-week-old puppy. Neither do I mind taking an early walk: the Buffalo mornings are cool and quiet with the occasional rabbit or deer sighting. A quick mile loop and we’re back, Lucy literally pooped out, and I invigorated and ready for the day.

Trusting and Verifying

My sister thoughtfully gave Heidi a petcam for Christmas, but after we set it up on a living room bookshelf it turned out that Lucy and the cats pretty much spend their days sleeping a lot and stretching a little and that’s about it. 

As such, the app has gone untapped on my phone for a while, until this trip, that is. When our first-time pet sitter had some trouble with the sliding glass door, it occurred to me that I could see her on the camera and offer assistance. Oh, she was able to resolve it without any real-time help from me, but now I’ve been browsing recordings of her spending time with the cats at our house, thumbing through her phone, watching TV, eating the candy we left for her, and keeping Milo and Tibby company, just as we hoped she would.

I know it seems a little creepy, but it’s not like I watch for hours; 15 seconds is pretty much my limit before boredom sets in. I also draw the line at only viewing recordings— it’s voyeuristic enough without watching the live feed!

Climate Control

It seemed so odd that the a/c Heidi’s mom has down in the guest room of their home wasn’t cooling the space as it usually does. We turned it way down and gritted our teeth, trying to ignore the incessant drone of the fan. 

At last this afternoon I climbed up to have a look at the unit, and I could see that although it was set to 65, the room temperature was actually 75. I did a quick check of the settings and restarted the unit, but it had no effect. That’s when I passed by the other machine that was also busily humming in the corner. It was a dehumidifier, and its heating element was on, so that it was working hard to keep our area both dry and toasty. 

Once I turned it off? The room cooled considerably. It seems like the a/c has a dehumidifier, too, so I’m hoping all will be comfortable and balanced, at least until Tuesday.

Not Another Delay

“My tooth kind of hurts,” Heidi reported this morning when we woke up.

“Uhhhh,” I said. “Should you call the dentist to see if they can get you in?”

“I’d rather have a toothache than have to tell my mother one more time that we’re not coming,” Heidi laughed. 

But she was serious— we packed the car and left for Buffalo a few hours later. Fortunately? The tooth wasn’t hurting anymore.

One Buy July

We were excited to discover that the four public tennis courts right around the corner from Heidi's parents' house are all marked for pickleball.

Willow Ridge Park is one of the most popular places to play pickleball in Buffalo, NY.

There are 8 outdoor hard courts. The lines are permanent, but you'll need to bring
your own net. The courts are free. 

Bring your own net!?!

Nowhere have we ever seen such a system, but not to be discouraged, I made an exception to my July spending holiday, and we ordered a portable net and had it sent to Buffalo, where it awaits us even now. 

Little Fires

We had planned to leave for Buffalo early today, but Saturday morning I was scratching Tibby under her chin when I felt a weird bump. It was large enough for us to be concerned, but even though we called the vet as soon as they opened, the first appointment we could get was today at noon. Tibby was not behaving unusually in the least, and so, with the luxury of teachers on summer break, we moved our trip back a day.

Today at the vet they felt the sizeable lump, but could not diagnose it. The doctor tried unsuccessfully to aspirate it with a couple of needle pokes and sent the tiny specimens she got out to the lab, and then she followed up with an ultrasound to see if there was any fluid that she might have missed. There was not, but Tibby was a champ throughout the ordeal. The lab results won't be back until Friday, and as long as our little kitty isn't uncomfortable, we are hoping for the best.

Then, when we entered our house this afternoon, it was clear that our a/c wasn't working. We called the service company we always use, and they were able to come out and fix the problem right away, but thank goodness we were here to deal with this little crisis. 

"I feel like the universe is telling us not to go to Buffalo," Heidi said, only half kidding, and in light of all the drama of the day, we pushed our trip to Wednesday, hopeful that doing so was just a precaution.