"Happy" Monday all. Ungh. I did NOT want to get out of bed this morning. My dad's dog decided to start barking after we all went to bed. About two hours after we went to bed. At 1am... She fired up, I grabbed my pistol and went downstairs. She's still laying on the couch. Barking. At nothing. I checked outside just to make sure, and the motion sensor lights werent even on. She was barking. At. NOTHING. AT 1AM. Stoopid dog.
Kat's tournament was a bittersweet one. The team got their first win ever (they've only been together since May). Kat was playing 3rd base (for the first time ever)for the first two games, and absolutely killed it. Several balls hit to that side, she fielded all of them perfectly, and made the
throw to 1st for the out, every time. The third game was the tough one. She was pitching that one. Top of the second inning, she delivers the pitch, and the batter sends a line drive straight back to her. Its happened before. Normally, Kat can get her glove up quickly enough to catch it. Rarely, she'll get it at least knocked down. Not this time. The ball slammed directly into her left boob. At first, Mrs E thought it hit her collarbone. At that speed, the bone wouldve broken. I thought it caught her in the sternum. There have been kids that have died because of hits like that. So in a way, she got lucky it was "only" a breast. She's bruised, swollen, and sore, but otherwise ok. She even refused to come out, and ended up pitching the rest of the game. When we got home to inspect the damage, she finally realized how much swelling there was. All she could do was laugh at the fact she was lopsided. I'm proud of that kid. She's a tough one.
Yesterday, I took Kat and her friend/catcher to the ballfield to work on a few things. The catcher has been catching for about two years. She was kind of
thrown into it. And over the course of four seasons, no one has ever told her exactly what or how to be catcher. All she knew is what she saw other girls do, but didnt really know how to do it. So, I took two hours to help her with it yesterday. I brought her and Kat back home, we ate dinner, then jumped in the pool for a couple of hours before I took her back home.
It's been a long and hot weekend on the fields.
This week is going to be hectic. Our bosses are wanting to do some early installs just to make sure the techs are comfortable doing them. Unfortunately, that shortens my already shortened timeline even more. We still dont have shelves or any equipment or necessary materials to do even one installation. We have stuff on the way, but nothing on hand. Our interior fence guy was supposed to start installing Friday but never came. Our trash bin/dumpster was supposed to deliver Friday, but never came. And there are several things that are supposed to start today that I completely cannot remember what they are. I'm off to a great start.
Dark blue? Why so dreary?
It's a shade of blue that is in our company's logo. The best I can describe it is a bright navy blue... I know, it sounds weird. I was leaning more to a blueish gray color.
Perforated ear drum. Need I say more? I'm fine as long as I don't sneeze, yawn, or blow my nose.
How'd you manage that? Or did you already say it, and I just missed it?
I would love a quiet evening.