So Beta is playing Lacrosse with a very green team. We just scored our very second goal of the game, which brings us to a 6-2 game… It is great watching them get better as the game goes on! But the first half is always painful…
We got there nice and early, so she could get her helmet fitted (they provide the helmets for this age-group). Most kids had their pads and everything, but they weren’t required for this get-together. We’re going to have to get set for her, though.
You see, there is a difference between girl and boy lacrosse (if you mated the two together, you would get another game altogether). So, Beta needs pads, and guards. And does anyone else feel bad for the other kids on this team? She can scoop the ball, throw the ball (over anyone’s heads), and put the stick in the right general vicinity to catch the ball. Which is a huge improvement over how she did before the practice. She was so frustrated she hid in a corner.
In the end – she loved loved loved lacrosse. And the coaches were awesome. I was quite happy.
Its called 1632. I just e-mailed the publisher (BAEN) to see if there are any plans to record it as an audiobook. A very nice person from their info-desk got back to me within hours. Its been done. Its on Audible. It is narrated by one of my favorite readers, George Guidell.
I may have squeeled like a little girl. Oh, yes.
So, tonight, I will be working on my green alpaca mittens, while listening to Mike, Rebecca, Harry, and especially Gretchen turn the 30 Years War on its ear. Next month, I’m getting 1633. After that, I really, really hope they do the Galileo Affair!
I have a working drier! After having a pipe fitter come in and unhook the gas drier, and getting the permit to put in a new electrical circuit, and running said circuit over to where the drier needed to be, we HAVE a WORKING drier! And it dries the clothes!
This is huge because the gas drier the house came with didn’t dry. At all. Apparently this is not unusual for gas driers. It finally died, and we had to move it. So after five months of sucky horrible driers that sounded like a dying cat, we have dry clothes from somewhere other than the laundromat.
Thank you, My Darling Husband, for all the hard work you put into making this happen. You are awesome.
So, I was listening to my non-kid-safe music this morning on my phone. Oo-long was all curled up in her kitty-tree, when I came in, and set the thing on the next level down. Katie Perry’s “Firework” was on, and it may have been a little loud.
I saw this evil green-yellow eye GLARING at me from behind a fluffy grey tail. Of course, I took a picture before turning off the music and running for my life. Self-preservation is one thing, but documenting that look was quite important. After all, I may as well make my death count for something, right?
That’s why they call it windows, because it breaks so much, like glass. -Alpha