I don’t usually expect much out of a Wednesday. It’s a workday, y’know? Wednesday is usually good for being a solid middle-of-the-week kind of day and (hopefully) reliably productive. Except for yesterday. My dear friend (from college) Monica’s sister, Melissa, was asked to throw the first game ball (or ceremonial pitch, as we call it in fancy talk) at the Sacramento River Cats game. Monica and Melissa are the drivers behind the annual recrafting sisters day and Melissa recently gifted me with an old typewriter. Melissa was being honored for what we would all consider heroic work…being a third grade teacher for 35 years. How awesome is that?
I had plenty of stuff to do at the studio. But as the daughter and niece of elementary school teachers, I know that classroom heroism is something to be celebrated. So that is how I found myself, on a Wednesday afternoon at a River Cats game, being part of Melissa’s personal paprazzi, walking through the magic tunnel, taking pictures (I was assigned to the Jumbotron), surrounded by school kids, and eating a Dinger dog, hanging out with Monica in the sunshine. Yeah for life and unexpected treats. And school teachers, and baseball. And old (I mean vintage) friends.