Feb 4
Happy Birthday to my soul mate of 46 years. Crap, are we
getting old?
Today I went with Quentin to baseball practise from 9:30 til
11:00 am. Quentin is pretty good: he's got a great arm. Considering that the youngest
was Quentin, I would put the average age of the team at 55 years old, and
amazingly I was fine! Can't hit a ball to save my life but my pitching was as
good as it ever was when we played slow pitch when Liz was 10...oh, yeah, none
of you ever played baseball with me except Rick and Ted. Anyway, the
"coach" is a tyrant but it's his equipment, so I'll probably be in
the outfield. When I asked if he wanted to know what I could do, he said,
"Doesn't matter. I and ["joe"] get first choice of positions and
then it's first come..." I might even be lucky enough to be a spare.
Problem is they need women, and there's only two right now who are showing up.
Class this afternoon was a nightmare...it's me, not the
kids. I don't have the control the teachers have and I can't handle the noise
level from the younger ones. That's Grade 5-6, so the Grades 4's are even more
scary! But the Primary School only goes
to Grade 6 so I don't have much choice there. I think I might have to scale
back and just provide lesson plans for the teachers. Tomorrow is all day...
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