So Emmett's team lost their second game in a row, again by one run. It was a well played, tense game with both great plays (we turned three double plays, all of them professional grade) and grievous mistakes (we got picked off three times! Twice for Emmett's good friend Avery).
This was a big game against a big rival and there was a pleasing turnout in the crowd, including Emmett's godparents, teachers from the school and Emmett's "uhm-friend" who both EM and I finally met. (She's very cute.)
Emmett played excellent defense and went 0-2 but that really doesn't tell the story as he had excellent ABs. In his first at-bat he got to a full count and fouled off six pitches before the umpire rang him up on a pitch both inside and high. It was Emmett's first strikeout of the season, in the 8th game. His second at-bat he drove in a run with a ground-out, making the game 3-2 (where it stayed for the rest of the game, and in his last ups he drew a walk.
This team is *almost* ready to put it all together.
What's the last atypical thing you did?
Today I wore AN OUTFIT: vintage pink dress and matching coat (thank you, Kat), Fluevogs, vintage yellow hat with a low crown and a flat bow, hair up in a chignon (so the hat would sit right).
At the kids' school they do a big to-do in March for the 2nd grade moms called the Women's Day Tea. It was really a sweet event. Lovely cakes and little tea sandwiches, and there were readings and a song, and Isaac got to read a quote from Ann Landers: "In the final analysis it is not what you do for your children but what you have taught them to do for themselves that will make them successful human beings."
I saw it In NYC, and Frances McDorman KILLED in the lead role. such a good play.
My dad has been getting increasingly infirm physically, and sleeping a lot more lately, so I think the countdown may have speeded up quite a bit in the last couple of years. He's already lived to a greater age than anyone on that side of the family except my paternal grandmother, and frankly has made it further than I expected him to. Thankfully his mind is sound, and he's generally in good spirits.
Mom's family is freakishly long-lived and tends to stay active and mobile right up to the end, so there's a not insignificant chance she might outlive me. Our cousins who are 90 and 88 are just now having to consider options other than living alone in their respective houses.
Ginger, unless ships start landing, I don't think Grovers Mill was one of the places that saw the fireball.
I am an introvert, and I also want to move into a retirement community. There are lectures and crafts and activities! I suspect the ones I would like are far more expensive than I would be able to afford!
Timelies all!
Florida Gulf Coast? Really?
(Ah, March Madness...)
Waiting to talk to a guy about some serious yard work. Market done, complete with a cop warning us about muggings in the area. I could be more alarmed, I suppose, but I'm really not a fan of being hostage to fear.
Cheese grits again today. NOM.
Pumpkin would be a lap cat if she'd just sit down. Instead, she just deposited a lot of fur on my keyboard.
OK dude, get here, I need to go run some errands and stain some furniture. I have a schedule here....
Are there any Buffistas babies in the 18-24lb range (or who need a size lg, if that is meaningful) who could use a fleece sleeper?
A slew of us largely-single females have joked about this block turning into a defacto functional retirement community if we all stay put and stick to our habits.
A NORC! (Naturally-occuring retirement community) It's what happens when people age in place.
That sounds like a fantastic outfit, Burrell.
