Finally finished the field, officially, at 11am this morning. Raked and weeded the warning track. Spray painted the foul lines and the batters boxes and the "fair-play" line. I also used a mini ping pong net to distinguish the Home Run level in left field. It looks great.
(phone rings)
And my brother found out he doesn't have to work this weekend so he's coming down and bringing a watermelon.
I had trouble sleeping last night- it was a lot like Christmas eve.
Also, Breanne just reminded me NOT to wear my jogging pants today. She actually referred to them as "jog-arounds," which I found hilarious even though she was trying to be serious.
afraid of the shadow of his own bomb
Recent Favorite Reads
- The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle -- Haruki Murakami
- The Life and Times of Michael K -- J.M. Coetzee
- The Inheritors -- William Golding
- The Crying of Lot 49 -- Thomas Pynchon
- The Blood Meridian -- Cormac McCarthy
- The Beak of the Finch -- Jonathan Weiner
- Karlology -- Karl Pilkington
- If Not Now, When? -- Primo Levi
- Guns, Germs and Steel -- Jared Diamond
- Death in the Andes -- Mario Vargas Llosa
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