more evidence to support my theory that i can only do one or the other, catch or hit: last night i caught a long fly ball, but didn’t get on base except via a walk. but we won the game to finish 3-4 on the season. i think 3 of our 4 losses came in extra innings, or “overtime” as we have started calling them, since they aren’t really extra innings in the traditional sense. apparently we are not so good with the overtime. yeah.
this has been a great week for catching up with friends. last night after softball, jason and i had a lovely chat on the tailgate of his truck that ended after an hour only because we started shivering in the chilly weather. (yes, houston has finally cooled off a bit; it’s even supposed to freeze in north houston tonight.) talking to jason is always nice. we share a lot of the same personality traits (or quirks, i should probably say), and because of that, i feel like he’s one of the few people who truly “gets” me. anyone can get to know you, and know how you feel about things. but i think it’s hard to really understand why someone acts the way they do unless you’re driven by the same type of things that they are.
i drove home with the heat on to warm up, took a warm shower, and settled down with some russian tea to find a lovely email from my sister. yes, it was a good night.
curt (aka one) just came into my office. hooray for one.
after a two-week break for the thanksgiving holidays, soccer is back this weekend. i’ve got a game tonight with the soccernauts (co-ed team). then a 5k tomorrow morning and another soccer game with the dirty leprachauns (gilruth co-ed team) immediately after. as in, the race is at 8 and the game is at 9. i signed up for the race before i knew we had a game; the only reason we’re even playing is that they decided to put all eight teams in the playoffs. and it’s just my rotten luck that we drew the first game of the morning instead of the 10:15, 11:30, or 12:45 game. then a game with the freedom (women’s team) on sunday night. mix in a trip to see nick in the nutcracker tomorrow night, and maybe jason teaching me how to shoot at some point, and it’s already a busy weekend. then next week it’s the branch christmas party on monday, a long run on tuesday, nunsense on wednesday, nothing (yet!) on thursday, soccer friday, dinner and party on saturday, gingerbread houses and soccer on sunday. then climbing, long run, and then it’s the 17th and i fly home.
whoosh. this is what happens in december.
