I love that my friend and neighbor called to check on me, see if there was anything she could do, offering to shop or drink with me. I hit gold buying here, it's given me an incredible support network I never expected.

sarameg, I thought of you and your awesome neighborhood today, b/c we had a Great Neighbor Day today. There's a woman who lives about 2 blocks down who owns -- and is still buying -- many of the houses on our street, which she rents out. We've gotten to know her a little bit, since she's so often around, checking on/working on her properties. She and her partner also rescue abandoned cats, get them spayed, and find them homes. She's good people.

Anyway, she bought the house 4 doors down from us and has been renovating it since Jan/Feb. When I walk Kato after work, I'd usually run into her and she'd update me on the house. We got an invitation on our door the other day for an open house today to welcome the new tenants, which I thought was the nicest thing ever. Plus we got to see the renovations, which are top-notch.

So we met the new neighbors, and met a couple other people we hadn't met yet, and chatted with Landlady and her partner. Super nice. And then, walking home, our next-door neighbor was in the yard staring balefully at her reel mower, and we waved hi, and she said, "I just knocked on your door -- the mower isn't cooperating and I can't figure out what the problem is!" (Tim had sharpened the blades for them last month, so now he is Lawnmower Expert Dude.)

We were on the way to the vet with Toke, so we just let her use our mower, and told her Tim would collect it when we got back. When we got home, she had left a big note on the door thanking us, with a picture of a kitty that their little girl drew to make Toke feel better.

I love our neighborhood. It's the Cincinnati kindred-spirit neighborhood of sarameg's.

I envy you your neighborhoods. Here in Mormon Utah, if they don't see you in church, you get suspicious looks as they walk past the house. Though Hubby has a knack for chatting up neighbors and I try to at least say Good evening if someone's within 10 feet. Though I often get looks of uncertainty in return, as if their brains are saying, "Does the Anti-Christ say Good Evening?"

What a beautiful story, Steph.

Yay for awesome neighbors of all stripes. I love my neighbors a lot, but we aren't as sweet with each other.

Guys, I can't recommend pet insurance enough.

Zen, which company do you use?

I bought Trupanion but, while the customer service is nice, the actual coverage isn't proving to be particularly useful.

Amy - I still find it highlarious that we both have cats named Switch.

bonny, I have PetPlan. They offer different levels of coverage and are pretty comprehensive even at the basic level. I found them because a friend of mine has been with them for many years and many pets and recommended them after Leo's epic vet trip.

Back from another day of baseball in Fremont.

Good Things: Emmett hit a baseball about 290 feet (2 run double). His team won the tournament.

Bad Things: Eh, we won and got a trophy. Nothing's so bad.

Hec and/or other baseball fans, I have a question for you. I went to a WCL game today (which essentially seems to be a summer league for college players to build skills and get scouted) and there was a call I don't understand. The field was set up so that there was tall (maybe 18 foot?) wooden fence at the outer perimeter and then in left field, a waist-high nylon fence about three feet in from the wooden fence. In the fifth inning, there was one out with a runner on second when the batter hit a long, high ball to left field. The fielder jumped up and caught it but flipped back over the small fence and hit the ground between the two fences. He came up with the ball, though, and then just lobbed it into the shortstop who had come over to relay it back to the infield. In the meantime, the runner on second had advanced to third. After we all cheered for the incredible catch, there was a long conversation between the umpires and the managers which I thought was about whether the hit had been a home run or an out. Apparently, it was decided that it was an out because the batter went to the dugout. What didn't make sense was then the umpire, over the objection of the other manager, waved the runner on third into home, scoring a run. There was lots of discontent from the home crowd but no one that I was near could figure out that call. Any ideas?

There was lots of discontent from the home crowd but no one that I was near could figure out that call. Any ideas?

That's kind of a weird scenario. The general rule is that if you make the catch while going over the fence (or into the crowd on a foul ball) is that it's an out.

What didn't make sense was then the umpire, over the objection of the other manager, waved the runner on third into home, scoring a run.

The umpires are allowed a fair amount of discretion to make the call on weird plays and I think the argument here is that if the fielder had simply made a regular catch on the ball, the runner would have been able to tag up and score because it would've been a very long sacrifice fly. Umpires are allowed to award extra bases to mitigate weird circumstances and that seems to have been their judgment.

For example, if a guy hit a ball into the outfield and it bounced up and may or may not have been a ground rule double but a fan reached over the fence and grabbed the ball, the ump is allowed to predict the most likely outcome in that scenario and award the bases as he thinks it would have happened without the interference.

I presume they made a similar judgment call here.

It being a judgment call makes sense. I think we were all so stoked about the catch (including the fielder who stood there holding the glove above his head for twenty seconds or so to prove that he had it) that no one paid much attention to rest of the play. We came back and scored again in the next inning on a couple of solid doubles so won despite the run scored by fiat.

Thanks for the explanation; I'm rediscovering my love of minor (or in this case, very minor) league ball and am realizing how much I've forgotten

In a lot of ways the lower levels are way more fun to watch. It's more human scaled and relatable.

The last minor league game I saw was with amych in Durham.