I’m afraid I have to forfeit my attempt to make it to tomorrow’s Yankees game even though my dear friend Paige has offered to help. This whole plan is just too crazy. She’d have to track down Jules (whom she doesn’t know) and get my stuff and meet me at the airport or the ballpark (and I don’t have a cell phone). Weather.com says there’s a 60% chance it’s gonna rain. And what if my flight is delayed? And what if I get held up at customs because I no longer look anything like my passport photo?
How did this get to be such a big deal?
It started innocently a few days ago.
It wasn’t supposed to take over my blog for four days.
It’s all my fault.
(THE NON-BASEBALL TRAVEL UPDATE, DAY 13: I used to play competitive Scrabble. Last night, I paid 11 shekels–that’s about $2.50–to play three games at the Jerusalem club. It’s the biggest club in the world. Last night, there were 54 people, and yes, they play in English. Other than one 15-year-old kid, I was the youngest person there by at least 20 years. That’s usually how it goes. In Round One, I beat Vivienne Riffkin 358-313 even though she got both blanks and used one of them to play SULFAtE late in the game for 63pts. In my second game, I lost 410-343 to Brenda Fesbinder despite playing two bingos. (A bingo is a play that uses all seven tiles at once, good for a 50-point bonus.) I threw down SORTIES for 76pts and RoTATION on my final turn of the game for 78. In the last round, I beat Heather Rockman 447-308. Two more bingos for me: SAILERS for 75 and BARONETS for 83. I finished the night 2-1 with a cumulative point spread of +117. Boo-yah!!! I showed those old ladies who’s in charge!!!)