Following the recent passing of my Grandmother, Eva, I took a few days of berevement to take care of family...and most of all myself. I had not taken any time off when my dad died, none after the auto accident and none to gather my wits after losing my job. As selfish as that sounds, my year has just been heartbreakingly insane and has been rushing by way too fast - seemingly starting to spiral out of control and I just needed to gain back some healthy perspective; to regroup and refocus my energies.
I started to release some of the tension buried deep down to my bones with time spent floating aimlessly and repeatedly around the lazy river. Starting the day numb and in a gray foggy daze, the fresh air and sunshine worked its magic as I began to again hear the laughter of children, feel the warmth from the hot sun wrap me up like a thick familiar beach towel, taste the saltiness of chlorine in the air and see the brilliant bright blues of sky and water all around; replacing the dark and dull blue of my mood.
In keeping with the color theme, my husband suggested that we take in a bit more of summer with the boys in blue! While I'm a sucker for baseball at The K, our budget barely puts us in GA. I reluctantly agreed to splurge since I'm an even bigger sucker for fireworks and after letting go of so much lately, I thought ending things with a bang would be just the spark I needed to get things moving again.
Bickering over which ticket line would get us in the stadium faster, we were interrupted by an "Excuse me!" from softly behind. "Excuse me!", we heard again, growing slightly more urgent each time. Realizing the voice was addressing us, we finally answered. "Are you two needing tickets for the game?", a young blonde asked. Not your typical scalper, I thought. "I have two here in my purse that I'm not using you can have", she continued, "I'm not trying to sell anything! The only catch is that you have to sit by us", she gestured to her equally young and cute blonde little friend. She explained that her family owned season passes and that they were unable to join her that night.
We took her up on her offer for the tickets and to escort us to our new and FREE seats! We followed her past general admission...past all the yummy food courts...past the view level seats until finally we turned to walk down the stairs towards home plate - down, down some more and down even farther until an attendant stopped us before we could walk down even MORE. I looked at our tickets (did I mention they were FREE..woohoo!) and picked my jaw up off the floor and contain my utter (and yes, BLUE COLLAR) excitement. These seats rocked!
We got settled, offered to buy the girls their ballpark dinner and drinks as a small token of our thanks before heading back up all the million stairs to fetch the feast. Failing to introduce ourselves sooner, I reached out my hand and asked them their names. "Oh sorry!" the petite ticket-giver-outer squealed! "So nice to meet you, Gina! My name is Eva!".
Not only did she not run away when I rushed back through the isle, tripping over my own two feet to give her a big hug; she genuinely hugged me tightly back.
The night was perfect, the company the best, the Royals won and the fireworks reignited my soul. Thanks Grandma!
1 comment:
So glad you had a good time. You so deserve it and no, I don't think it was coincidental at all!
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