I woke up Saturday feeling a little groggy from the night before. I wasn't surprised that I moving a little slower than normal that morning but a cup of coffee helped to get things going. While normally I would have more time to sleep on a Saturday morning, especially since I wasn't working every other Saturday anymore, but I had made a commitment to work the food pantry one last time before I left for California. So, at ten that morning I set out to open and serve food for the last time. It was great to be back there after being away for several months. I tried to scale back my involvement a few months ago and give up my responsibilities to others, so it was good to see that everything seemed to be running smoothly. We were busy at first, as is usual, but then quickly died out. That left us time to sort through new donations and make sure the stuff on the shelves was up to code. We did have one last client come in shortly before two so even though there was a bit of drought in the middle hours but it shows that being open for that amount of time definitely helps the clients get down to the pantry.
While all of this was going on, apparently Jeff one of the owners of the company I worked for and host of a party being held at his house that afternoon changed the time of said party from 2ish to right after work or noon. So, several people arrived right after work and I would say that by two, as I was leaving the pantry, everyone had arrived. Dave and I left my house and of course we hit traffic on the way down there. Now it seemed odd that there would be that much of a jam in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, but sure enough when we wanted to get somewhere relatively quickly we were mired in a sea of rubber and metal. It was cool because by the time we arrived at Jeff's house the party was already rocking. One of the other managers brought her dog and when we tried to play horseshoes the dog tried to catch them. When we tried to play bocce, the dog chased our balls around. This then ended our attempts to play any games, at least game that required tossing things into the air. It was good food, good drink, and great company. All in all it was a great way to hang out one last time before heading west. Dave and I left there after eleven and headed home.
I thought that after Saturday, my eventful weekend was pretty much over and Sunday would serve as a day of rest, and possibly recovery, but there was one more surprise in store for me. I went to church and it was a typical service, my second to last at St. John's for a while, and during coffee hour Tom approached me. Tom had served on my discernment committee and has known me pretty much my whole life. He came up to me and asked if I was free to go to the Sox game. I was of course psyched to jump on this opportunity because it was the last game of the Yankees series and I had never seen the Yankees at Fenway so it was going to be my first Yankees game. I jumped all over it and he gave me the ticket. Score! Later that afternoon I threw on my jersey and made my way to Fenway via the T. It turned out to be an awesome game to see. The game was back and forth and we were down in the last inning. We had only two outs left in the game and in typical Sox fashion was able to tie it up and send it to extra innings. We didn't have to wait long as the Yankees batters were unable to do anything in the 10th and we were able to string a few hits together and score the winning run. The place went wild. Normally fans start leaving in the latter innings of the game, but on that night the park was still packed. As I rode the empty trains to Alewife I thought about the amazing weekend I had and the amazing people that helped to make it happen. This upcoming weekend will be my last in Waltham until November, while I don't expect it to be as exciting I do hope that it will good.
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