This courtesy of my cousin Danielle, who sent it to me, of her mom all bundled up during Game 2 last night (and she stayed for all 13 innings despite living a ways out on Long Island -- there's no telling what time she actually got home).

 

I'm squeaky clean here after a shower following 2-1/2 hours of kamikaze decluttering that cleared so much space that I think Raye will be very surprised when she comes here for a session on Wednesday.  A couple of boxes of junk are now totally gone to the garbage and the back seat of my car is full of stuff to take to Goodwill tomorrow, including a chair, a mirror, a magazine rack, a box of clothes, and a box of knickknacks.  I tossed the World War II vintage Army cot that my dad had passed on to me for festival use (and which I had never used).  I was sort of sad to do that, but it's too contaminated with mold and dust to give to a surplus store.

Late in the afternoon I found yet another box of books, most of which will probably get gone because they're no longer of interest to me (from a quick glance through them), but that's for another time, because right now I have to eat, do dishes, and deal with e-mails and such.  I'll be back later to answer comments from my earlier entry.