Yesterday I accidentally dropped a guinea pig into his cage where he landed on a rock.
Granted, there was hay on the rock, and the fall wasn’t that far, just a few inches, but still.
Hope he doesn’t have a piggie concussion. (He’s fine, I checked twice and again this morning.)
It’s his fault anyway; why would he leap out if my arms like that? He appeared to enjoy the snuggle just a minute earlier….
Speaking of concussion, the kids went for a baseline test last week. And naturally, us being us, there had to be an adventure… 😂 Continue reading
This Saturday morning in September promises to be hot and sunny. Perfect weather for baseball.
One kid took off with her dad to play the first of at least two, maybe three games this weekend. They left about 25 minutes before I did with the other kid.
Her baseball team starts playoffs this morning, and her diamond is slightly further away than her brother’s.
My son plays his last regular season game today. His playoffs start next weekend.
As I type this I’m sitting in my baseball chair, without coffee, at 8:55 am at my son’s diamond.
It’s already hot, but not unpleasant (yet).
I have to pee.
…it doesn’t quite end. Not really. Because after the regular season finally concludes, there’s the playoff season, and when you get bumped out of that, you enter post-season tournaments, and after those are done, you have to go to try-outs to prepare for next season, which starts with a summer tournament in July followed by the dry-land training season which begins sometime in August….