Sometimes I sit with my morning coffee and think …
This is it. This is the high point of my day.
It’s not that I don’t expect something better to happen in the hours ahead.
It’s not that I expect something worse.
I just take another sip and think …
Nothing. Nothing else is going to happen today.
This is both sort of sad, but also comforting.
At least the day had a high point. And, if nothing happens that means that nothing bad will happen.
That’s about as good as it gets these days.
This morning’s coffee, ordered special from a California roaster north of San Francisco where Editor/Husband and I spent our wedding day (long story), is smooth and rich and better than Starbucks or Peets or Dunkin’ Donuts, or whatever it is you can buy off the grocery shelf.
Two months ago, I would throw my coffee into my travel mug and rush out the door. I always like arriving early at my studio so when my first client of the day strolls in, I look settled … like I’ve been there for hours.
But, I didn’t savor the coffee. I had other things to do.
Now, with my studio closed, I pay very close attention to the coffee. What else do I have to do?
I’m sitting here, in my pajamas, drinking my coffee. I guess I’m looking pretty settled here. Bad hair day, sure. But, hey, whose isn’t?
On Monday mornings, I open the calendar on my computer and one-by-one delete each appointment for the week ahead. Delete. Delete. Delete.
I wonder how my clients are doing.
I wonder if they miss me.
I take another sip.
The Kansas City Royals should be playing the Baltimore Orioles at Camden Yards today, if this were any other day. But, it’s not any other day. It is April 28, 2020, and all games are off.
On April 28, 1896, the Washington Senators defeated the Orioles at Baltimore’s Union Park, 9 to 5.
The day’s attendance: 4,810.
(This may seem small to you, but it is five times better than the measly 800 that turned up in New York that afternoon to watch the Giants lose their sixth home game in a row, this one to the Boston Beaneaters, 6 to 3.)
The Orioles were about to begin a long road trip. Their next game in Baltimore wouldn’t be until May 25.
The 1896 Washington Senators weren’t very good. (I’m being kind. They were lousy.)
But, on April 28, they were good enough.
“Many Pleasant Things Said About The Washingtons”
Pleasant things like …
“They Woke Up”
The Orioles’ loss, The Baltimore Sun explained, was due to the Orioles’ “overconfidence, woefully weak batting, very bad catching … and several errors.”
Even Wee Willie Keeler, one of the greatest to ever play in Baltimore … one of the greatest to play ever … had a bad day.
“The Orioles seemed sleepy at times,” The Sun noted. “The usually wide-awake Keeler was caught at first by that very old trick of the baseman making a motion to throw and holding the ball under his arm.”
Wee Willie Keeler was deked. Deked!
Would have loved to have seen that.
That the 1896 Orioles would go on to win the NL pennant and sweep Cleveland in the Temple Cup (the precursor to the World Series) in October wasn’t apparent on April 28.
There’s always hope that things will get better.
And, until then, there is coffee.