Day Three Hundred and Forty-Two

The Deep Breath at Tropical Smoothie

First thing's first: the quality of today's pictures are terrible. I forgot my camera. How I managed that, I just don't know. Somedays, I swear I suffer from amnesia. Or at least something like that. Now that I think about it, maybe I do have an idea of how I could forget something so fundamental to my days. Oh yeah, the totality of yesterday. The whole darn thing. It was just one of those days that I'd be more than happy to forget, and actually, Adam's coach said the same thing. When I woke up this morning, the tears and fears from yesterday made themselves visible on my puffy face. The headache never went away and the recently acquired sunburn didn't help me any either. I didn't write the blog last night because really, I had no idea what I was supposed to say. The fact that I could do nothing to help Adam was unbearable. Watching him struggle the way he did absolutely crushed my heart. I just wanted to cry all night. And I did. This game of baseball that I currently call my life is something I have so much to learn about. And when freak shows like yesterday occur, I panic because I just don't know. I don't know what Adam knows. I don't know what the coaches know. I don't know anything. And all I can do, is sit back and watch. For me, that's one of the hardest things. I'm a doer, not a watcher. But through every mishap, breakdown, and setback, Adam's poise has never faltered. Somehow, he holds it all together. Every piece of his crumbling wife. Every time. I just don't get it. I don't understand how I found someone so incredibly perfect for me. 

Scratch that, I do know. 

The Lord. 

And with only a few words, Adam gently pulls me back to reality, putting into perspective what the real reason for this life is all about. 

But tonight, I'm back to my normal self. Yesterday forgotten. And with me, a renewed understanding of my husband's unpredictable job. This all due, in part also, by two of my favorite ladies: Amber and Channing, whose women's intuition made it clear that I was in desperate need of some girl time. Turns out, they needed it too. Wait a second...I'm not the only stressed woman out there?! You don't say! Sometimes, I really really need a dose of perspective. 

Arriving at 7, we talked far past the closing time of Tropical Smoothie. Put the three of us together and that always happens. I swear, we could solve all the world's problems in one conversation if we really put our minds to it ;) Feeling refreshed, relieved, and completely revived, we stood up to leave 2 and a half hours later.

And this little guy made it clear that we had over stayed our welcome. Because immediately after tossing our garbage into the trash can, he came scurrying out of nowhere, his destination only a few feet from our dining table. Uhm? Excuse us!

With his hind legs balancing on the rim of the can, this nocturnal pig gorged himself with sandwich after sandwich, going back for thirds, fourths, and even fifths. He was not shy. He was not afraid. Actually, he didn't seem to have a care in the world other than getting his dinner...and eating it too! The three of us shrieked when we first spotted this potentially rabid animal, but then the realization sunk in that we weren't on his radar. So, I snuck closer. Closer. Closer. Until I was only a few feet away from him! Scary! But I was so intrigued. I don't think Channing felt the same. Nor Amber. When the second raccoon was spotted, it was time to go. Nobody needs that to end their perfectly wonderful night.