Kevin, the mascot at the Macon baseball game, could use a costume upgrade. His nose is a white skyscraper jutting out from the brown of a scab. His eyes are a little too cartoonish, the kind that suggest he’d happily steal your children in the middle of the night. And the streaks of white, supposedly meant to resemble fat, look more like the tears of an abominable snowman. Poor Kevin Bacon.
I am once again writing this post from a tent. Not in the front yard like last time, but in the outfield of a baseball stadium. Up next is a trip to the concrete bathroom just past third base to take care of my pre-bed hygiene.
Uh oh. Lightning may be on the way.
I’m hearing conflicting reports. One woman announced that we can shelter in the locker rooms on the north side of the stadium, while Dave’s weather app insists there’s only a 20% chance of showers.
Not that his weather predictions are all that reliable. Yesterday we were standing in a 90% chance of rain beneath fairly clear skies.
Well, I’m off to brush my teeth.
Love ya! Jaclynn
