Senior softball

Now that we have had our first snowfall of the winter (ah, Florida, how I miss you!), it might be a good time to reflect on my softball season. Yes, at age 65 I continue to play softball. Specifically, I play in an over-55 league organized by the EMASS Senior Softball organization. That organization has a membership of over 400 men (and a few women), runs about half a dozen leagues and sponsors traveling teams of various age ranges. This year, for the first time, I played in an over-65 tournament that included several EMASS teams, along with over-65 teams from all over New England. I am sorry to report that my introductory tournament experience was disappointing as I played in only 3 of the 5 games and got a single hit in 6 official at-bats. But it was an interesting experience.

My summer league was the EMASS “National” division which is kind of the “B” league in the organization – a notch down, ostensibly, from the “American” division (MLB, take note). But, despite being the “lesser” league (though not so lesser as the Metro or Atlantic divisions), the quality of the play is quite high. There are surprisingly few errors considering the bad backs and knees in the field. And the hitting is surprisingly good. I guess after 50 years of batting practice a lot of guys have figured out how to place the ball.

I play outfield, mostly. I enjoy the position and am (usually) pretty good at it. But the simple fact is that I play outfield because I can still run. The guys who can’t run are relegated to infield.

Trophy

Trophy

Some of the best players in the league are over 70. A few are over 80, including two of the better pitchers in the league. The fact that some guys can still play after 80 is, to me, inspirational. I am amazed by the fact that this year, for the first time, EMASS was able to field a traveling team of over-80 players. Yes, they found 15 men in the organization who were over 80 and were interested in traveling around New England to play other teams of over-80s. Amazing.

I am happy to say that my team, though it came in second during the season (by one game), won the post-season tournament. To do so we had to win 4 straight games on a single day. We did it, then collapsed from exhaustion.

For all our efforts we got a dinky little trophy. But we aren’t playing for trophies; we are playing to retain (what little is left of) our youth. And I feel that, to a considerable extent, we have been successful.

Tournament Champions

Tournament Champions

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Winterization, part 2

Well, we waited as long as we could. We were hoping against hope that the house would sell before the end of October and we could escape to Ft. Myers for the winter. Didn’t happen. So we are going to let the listing expire, enjoy(?) our (hopefully) last New England winter and re-list in the spring.

So with all hope of a warm winter dashed, we had to winterize the RV. That meant (1) putting anti-freeze in the water lines and (2) covering the entire RV to protect against the elements.

So I bought an RV cover ($425 on sale) and 3 gallons of RV anti-freeze ($17) and headed out yesterday (11/9) to perform the sad chores. I was a bit fearful that we had waited just a day too long as the temperatures dropped below freezing on Saturday morning. But I had done my best at blowing out the lines before putting Patience into storage and 29 doesn’t really qualify as a “hard” freeze, so I didn’t think there would be any freeze damage. I was actually more worried about vandalism. The RV is stored in a pretty remote spot and might be a tempting target for burglars or squatters.

But it looked fine when I arrived. Whew! Later I discovered some evidence of some animal (field mouse?) being inside, but we can deal with that.

First I hitched up and pulled the RV forward about 3 feet, leveling it in the process. Then I started work on the anti-freeze. I was doing a bit of guessing here as I had only watched one video on how to do it and the valve configuration wasn’t quite the same. Still, once I got the pump activated and the first gallon set up, the anti-freeze was sucked out of the jug very rapidly. Then I remembered that I had left the faucets open inside (to relieve any pressure generated by a freeze, so the antifreeze had worked its way through the lines and had been spitting out the faucets. The shower had a lot of pink on the walls and floor. Which proved, I guess, that I was doing it mostly correctly. But I ran into trouble trying to get the hot water lines filled. I had to fiddle with the valves and eventually found a combo that worked. I used every ounce of the 3 gallons I had, but I think I got all the lines filled.

Then I drained the hot water tank one last time and moved on to the cover.

2014-11-10 004The trick with the cover was getting it onto the roof. It was too heavy to carry with me as I climbed the ladder, so after a moment of cursing myself for not bringing some rope, I scrounged for a solution. I decided that two bungees, hooked together, would work. And I was right: I took the end of the bungee with me up the ladder, then hauled up the cover.

Getting it unfolded and properly positioned was a heavy chore. In spite of the 50-degree temp, I was sweating profusely. But after a lot of tugging and crawling around the roof, I got it correctly (more or less) positioned and dropped the fabric over the front, the sides and, finally, the back as I headed down the ladder. Then it was just a matter of figuring out the straps. But I got it all done. The result was not perfect – there was more fabric on the north side than the south – but everything was covered and secure. I will try to return in a month or so and see how the straps are holding up.

Leaving Patience there felt a bit like leaving my child on the steps of the church, but we will use it again next year. So don’t despair, Patience – we will be back.

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Coming off the road

Patience in storage

Patience in storage

Sad, but true – we are out of the RV and back in our house in Medford, MA. We put the house up for sale in early September and agreed that if it didn’t sell by the end of October we would reside there over the winter (ugh!), fix the place up a bit and get it back on the market in the spring. Well, we didn’t get any serious offers so we made the move and put the RV in storage. The photo on the right is Patience, looking sad and forlorn next to a rusted-out Bounder. We will get an RV cover for it before the end of November.

So this was the first time that I had to “winterize” the RV, which really meant getting the water out of the lines. I chose the “blow air” through the lines method rather than the “fill the lines with antifreeze” method, but relied on my strong lungs to empty the lines. That has worked in the past with the lawn sprinklers at the house, but I don’t have a lot of confidence that I did it well enough. I will try again when we put the cover on it.

Being back in the house is weird. We are now used to living in 400 sq ft, so suddenly having 2200 sq ft available seems excessive. I love having the yard – no more early morning dog walks – but dread getting the heating bills. And since we don’t have much furniture, the place looks empty. We are resisting doing anything that has a permanent feel to it – like getting cable TV or a sofa – and are trying very hard to not acquire anything that won’t fit in the RV. We had to cancel our FL campground reservations, but left the deposit with them. We still have a faint hope that the house will sell before spring and we will be able to dig Patience out of the snow and escape. It it unlikely, but we can dream.

The other thing I am enjoying about the house is the commute. I can now get to work in under 45 minutes – half the time it took to get there from Littleton. That is an extra 90 minutes each day that I can use for things like… blogging.

If you know of anyone who would like a nice 4-bedroom 1.5-bath house in Medford, MA, please send them our way.

House for sale

House for sale

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Commuting – the lost opportunity

I have been commuting to work via commuter rail – 90 minutes each way – since we arrived back in Massachusetts in March. It is now the end of September and I am about to take my last ride and it now, belatedly, occurs to me that I have wasted those 3 hours each workday. Sure, I have done a lot of reading and there have even been occasions when I used the spotty WiFi service provided by the train to do some work. But I didn’t use the time to best advantage.

I should have been blogging.

This blog has become moribund. It is not because I don’t have anything interesting to say or can’t find the words. No, I simply haven’t been able to find the time. Those 3 hours spend commuting every day take their toll on a guy who wishes he was retired. When I get home at 7pm, then walk the dogs, eat dinner and catch up on the daily chores like paying bills – and, of course, keeping my fantasy baseball teams running smoothly – I am exhausted and usually fall asleep in the bunkhouse before 9pm. No time to blog.

But the train… No, my laptop doesn’t have a long battery life. But it should last at least 40 minutes. Long enough to blog. The spotty WiFi would not hinder the task – I would need it only to post. Instead I spent the time reading. Yes, I caught up on some good mysteries. But I neglected the blog.

So I have no excuses, dear readers – if any remain. I have missed my opportunity this summer. Sorry.

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Liliani

Lili in the RV

Lili in the RV

My older son Tony has a daughter named Liliani. I don’t know where the name came from, but I like it. She is “Lili” for short. She is going on 9 years old and is just about the best granddaughter a guy could have.

She may not be so sweet when she becomes a teenager – hormones have a way of killing sweetness – so I will enjoy it while it lasts.

She came to the RV for an overnight visit a few weeks ago. Jett, who hadn’t really gotten to know her previously, was enchanted. That is no mean feat – Jett is not easily enchanted. Lili loves to read, is very curious, easily engaged in any activity, swims well, played on a championship Little League baseball team and love s’mores. The perfect kid.

Well, at least she was perfect for that visit.

After the visit Jett called Lili’s mom, Krystle, to tell her that she was doing a wonderful job raising her daughter. That’s the kind of call you love to make.

At home with Mom

At home with Mom

Lili at the batting cage

Lili at the batting cage

Swimming with Granddad

Swimming with Granddad

At Kimball Farm

At Kimball Farm

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The big 3-0

The map at 30

The map at 30

My 30th birthday is so far back that I can’t even see it in the rearview mirror. But Jett and I did celebrate another big 3-0 this weekend: our 30th state, Maine. We attended our first Escapees rally this weekend in Hermon, Maine, just outside Bangor. I will describe that event separately, but with our first night at the rally we have now stayed in the RV overnight in 30 different states.

30 down and 18 to go.

The rally was an Escapees Chapter 3 (New England) rally, held at Pumpkin Patch RV Resort in Bangor ME. This is a very nice campground with facilities that were perfect for the rally. The main event was a fantastic lobster boil on the last night of the rally. The lobsters were available at wholesale prices, so Jett did not feel at all guilty about getting two. A real New England treat!

Unfortunately, it now appears that we will be off the road and back in our house in Medford for the winter of 2014-2015. We made the decision very reluctantly and it was a bit of a reversal as we had already booked a spot in Florida. But as we discussed options for renting/selling the house it became painfully obvious that (1) selling the house in the spring would be much more feasible that selling it now and (2) selling the house in the spring would not be possible if we rented it now. Also, the house needs some cosmetic work that we could do ourselves if we were in residence. Staying in the house through the winter was the obvious, albeit painful, choice.

Jett in lobster heaven

Jett in lobster heaven

So if we are to achieve our “48 states in 48 months” we will have to sell the house in the spring, then embark on the Second Trip West.

At Pumpkin Patch

At Pumpkin Patch

Planning for the 2016 national rally

Planning for the 2016 national rally

Bpiling lobsters

Boiling lobsters

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A lazy Saturday

Being a working stiff, Saturdays are usually filled with chores unless we have a family event to attend or some other scheduled activity that occupies most of the day. It is a rare Saturday that we just lounge around. And an even rarer Saturday when we get out of the house and spend the afternoon meandering.

Scarecrow

Scarecrow

Such was July 12, 2014. We had plans, of a sort. The idea was to attend Littleton’s Town Picnic, part of the series of events marking Littleton’s tercentennial – its 300th birthday party. Our initial plans called for us getting granddaughter Liliani for the day, but due to my softball schedule (which meant I would not get home until 1pm) and Lili’s softball schedule (and end-of-season pool party), we were without child.

We went anyway. The event turned out to be – surprise – a town picnic. Nothing more. Lots of people sitting around on blankets eating homemade sandwiches. Nary a food vendor in sight. Unless we wanted to join in the wheelbarrow races (Jett declined), there was really nothing for us there.

We did enjoy the scarecrows. I don’t know what significance scarecrows have in Littleton’s history, but they were everywhere. Who made them and why? Dunno. But there were some nice ones.

So after spending just 30 minutes at the picnic we were left in the unexpected position of having an afternoon free and nothing to do. We needed lunch, but it was a beautiful day, so we started heading east on MA 119 with the idea of finding a cafe along the way. Or ending up in Concord which we knew had some good dining spots.

Church in Concord

Church in Concord

We didn’t see anything interesting on 119 and so ended up on downtown Concord and found a parking spot right in the middle of the historic downtown area. Concord is a small town, so “downtown” comprises a city block, with a few shops down a couple of side streets. The “historic” comes from its association with some pretty famous 19th century authors (Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Louisa May Alcott – you couldn’t write in Concord unless you had 3 names) and an attempt by those pesky Redcoats to capture some arms stored there at the start of the Revolutionary War. Now it is a quintessential upscale New England town, complete with a town common surrounding by white churches. And lots of little shops selling upscale items to upscale visitors.

Jett window shopping

Jett window shopping

The only upscale items we bought were miniature porcelain figurines of a monkey and a dolphin (don’t ask). We then found a coffee place – Haute Coffee (get it?) that also served some very interesting sandwiches. I had one made with imported ham, imported cheese and homemade bread that was outstanding. It tasted as good as it looked. And we dined in a room that was straight out of the 17th century, with hand-hewn beams and a stone fireplace. The place was WAY more interesting that the Starbucks that we passed to get there.

Yum!

Yum!

We then meandered down to Maynard, a town that is just as old as Concord but lacks the cachet. It was a working-class town with nary an author to its credit (detractors would say that no one there could write their names, much less a book or a poem). But Jett, who CAN write a poem, spent some time there in her younger days and wanted to see how the town was faring without her.

Not well, apparently. While Concord was bustling on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the streets of Maynard were nearly deserted. Most shops were closed, which I found shocking. Very sad.

We meandered up MA 27 to Acton, then back to Littleton. I had thought of visiting Ayer, but Jett was tired, so we called it a day.

A very nice day.

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Water, water everywhere

Water stain on bunkhouse carpet

Water stain on bunkhouse carpet

We have had an average amount of rain this summer, but have had a much-greater-than-normal amount of water inside the RV.

First, one of the bunkhouse slides sprung a leak. Beginning with a heavy rain in May, we found a large, very wet spot in the bunkhouse due to water seeping in – somehow – through the slide seals. We have experimented with putting duct tape over seams and seals on the slide, without success. There is no water on the ceiling or the walls – it seems to be entering from UNDER the slide. We have discovered that bringing the slide in about 8″ during a heavy rain stops the leak, which gives us a way to deal with it, but I still have no clue as to what is leaking. Very puzzling. And damaging – it has left a nasty stain on the bunkhouse carpet.

Then we found that the other bunkhouse slide was also leaking, albeit in a different way. This leak presents as a wet spot in the corner behind the bunk. It is not nearly as severe as the other leak and it different as it appears above the bunk floor rather than below. But it is still very annoying.

The third leak was discovered in the bedroom closet. At least this one was easy to diagnose – an inspection of the roof revealed an open seam above the closet area. I patched it with roof cement and that one seems to be fixed.

Just so it wouldn’t be left behind, the sink also sprung a leak. Looks like the seal around the drain has opened a bit, which causes water to drip under the sink if we fill it with water. I think I can fix this by applying a clear waterproof sealant around the seam. But I haven’t done it yet.

Owning an RV seems a lot like owning a house.

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Screen houses

Our screen "house"

Our screen “house”

It may just be that we have a screen house this summer, but I have been noticing how many RVers have them. I suppose in places with few insects (yes, there are some – the desert, for example) they really aren’t needed. But we are in New England where there are, after a good, soaking rain, enough mosquitoes to carry you away. Avoiding the annoyance buzzing bugs alone justifies the cost. But when someone is allergic (yes, that would be Jett), the cost should be deductible as a medical necessity.

Ours is, technically speaking, not so much a screen house as a screen umbrella. It is a net that drapes over a large patio umbrella. Lacking stakes – or any support other than the center pole – I was concerned that the whole thing would blow away in the first stiff breeze. That concern, coupled with the realization that the net didn’t quite reach the ground, led to a solution: bury the base about 4″ in the soil. That gave the whole shebang additional stability and closed those annoying gaps around the base. No breeze has, to date, blown it away.

Rusty enjoying his net cage

Rusty enjoying his net cage

One of Steve and Elaine's screen houses

One of Steve and Elaine’s screen houses

Steve and Elaine, our friendly neighbors, liked their screen house so much last summer that this year they have two.  They seem to use one for socializing and one for playing cards.  But it Jett and I had two they would probably become his-and-her spaces.  I need a man-cave.

A walk around the park revealed a wide variety of screen houses. Here is one of the more interesting ones – a tent-style one that is actually larger than the tent in which the occupants sleep.

Tent-style screen house

Tent-style screen house

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Old friends

How many friends have you had for over 45 years?  I have at least 14 – thirteen from college and one from high school.  I feel I am very lucky.  I will tell you about the high school friend some other time; this post is about my thirteen college friends.

Chatting on the beach

Chatting on the beach

To be fair, I actually have more old friends from college than the 13 I am claiming here, but these 13 are special in that they were in my pledge class – we pledged the same fraternity – Lambda Chi Alpha – in the same year – 1967.  Some of you might think Animal House when you think “faternity” and I can’t deny that there were some experiences that involved too much alcohol, but this was M.I.T. and we were very intelligent drunks.  We had a lot of fun. We created memories that are even now vivid.  We really enjoyed being together.

After graduation we kept in touch.  Periodically we would get together – maybe not all of us because we followed our careers all over the globe and, being busy, we couldn’t all make it every time.  But more than half made it back every time a mini-reunion of the pledge class was arranged.

The most recent one was in late June, held at Charlie Snell’s lakeside cottage in New Hampshire and 9 of the 14 made it, which is pretty remarkable some 43 years after graduation.  We talked, we reminisced, we laughed.  And, yes, we drank, but not so much as in days of yore.  And, most remarkably, we read poems that we had written.  Not me as I only had limericks to offer, but quite a few of the others had written some couplets to mark the affair.

Copyright laws and the rules of good taste prevent me from including them here.

Roger and Nancy

Roger and Nancy

Joan, Kay and Walt

Joan, Kay and Walt

Charlie and John

Charlie, John, Bob and Dan

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