The continuing chronicle of Wesley's quest to be published; plus comments on popular culture, family life, and whatever else falls out of his head.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005


Saturday was busy. Honestly, if I were writing this Saturday night instead of Tuesday afternoon, I could break this entry up into 3 or 4 smaller ones. As it is, I'll try to give as much detail as I can:

Got up relatively early, yet not early enough to go running Saturday morning.

We went to Christian's baseball game with Mom and Dad. Erin and Kayli weren't able to make it because Erin's in the middle of moving out of her mom's house and they were up until midnight or so the night before packing and stuff. But Erin's mom was there, and she seemed reasonably well-adjusted.

Christian's seven now, and the game was typical for one filled with seven-year-olds. Infielders who would rather chase the runner around all four bags than through the ball to the next baseman. Outfielders who wear their mitts on their heads. Something that I didn't realize was common for this agegroup now was 'Coach Pitch.' A coach pitches for his own team, while the 'pitcher' stands next to him and fields the ball during the play.

Christian's play was about average. He was one the outfielders who wasn't paying a whole lot of attention. Once or twice I caught him watching the game in the field next to ours. He didn't swing the bat with a whole lot of enthusiasm or speed, but when he did hit it, he had a surprising amount of power behind it, and he listened to the coaches well. He drove in the tying run and was advancing to third when his team's winning run was batted in.

Christian came home with Mom & Dad. We didn't stay too long afterwards, but we stuck around long enough to hear that Christian was doing well enough in school now that his teacher and counselor were suggesting the possibility of having him skip into third grade next year.

Came home. Did the grocery shopping on the way. Took a nap, got the remaining railroad ties we needed, then Carrie wanted to watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, because she had only seen it once before and of all the Harry Potter movies to date, it's the one I can stomach the most.

She fell asleep about an hour into it, and I ended up spending the rest of the night playing with my new phone's functionality.


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