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So. Today my head hurts. Given the level of low-grade headache I'm dealing with, I suspect it's because I'm having too much artificial sweetener in things. I haven't had enough of any one type to trigger a full-on migraine, but I'm building up past my tolerance level and I'm going to have to stop for a while. This means no more fudgesicles or pre-made sweets. Back to plain yogurt and sweetener added if I want something. Argh.
Aside from that, things are okay. Oh, this part is funny, though.
I went with Will to his ball practice this morning. I'd thought his dad might be there, but no luck. It was the parent-kid game of the season, you see. Instead I borrowed one of the kid gloves (insufficiently padded for my taste, I have to say) and got out and played with them. It was... odd. And amusing, and fascinating, all at the same time. I was the only woman there and it was clear no one was expecting me to play. I had to borrow a glove because I didn't have one, and then while playing catch with Will I was given a long lesson by a well-meaning dad on how to use a glove, at least in part because I couldn't remember what hand you catch with (it's only been 20 years since I've worn a glove and it's not like I can tell right from left anyway), which was appreciated but not really necessary -- especially since the "right from left" was interpreted as "girl who has no clue about sports" rather than "hasn't worn a mitt in 20 years and has to take a minute to wake up the old body memory."
I was complimented by the dads when I could throw it all the way to another base. I was complimented when I caught anything, or backed up the pitcher, or did anything that someone who played baseball might do. A ball popped up out of my glove and hit me on the jaw, and I didn't cry or anything and I even got complimented on that, as I didn't run from the ball but got in front of it. The kids team was instructed that they could all come into the infield when I was up to bat, since I wouldn't be hitting it out there (granted, they were right, but that had more to do with using light kid bats than anything else AND they hadn't seen me bat yet). I was complimented for hitting AND running all the way around the bases, much less outrunning a kid who tried to tag me. I only struck out once and even that time I got a foul ball, which is better than anyone but the coach did, frankly, and we were all batting wrong-handed or one-handed against the kids, even me. Of course, I can switch hit, but I didn't tell anyone else that.
I had fun playng against Will and his team and the men got over it before the practice was done, but... damn. Having breasts and long hair doesn't proclude me from having a clue about sports or participating therein. I was the only woman who went to the Mariners game with the team too; given that I cheered at the right times, it might have been a sign that I'm not that clueless had any of you paid attention. I ended up just laughing at it during practice... there was no point in being offended, really, but it's been a long time since I've run head on into that sort of benign sexism.
After that, I got Will to Sibshops (his last one of the year, wherein I understand there's a swim party today) and got home. I did dishes and I'm running a load of laundry, and I got a little bit of work done on my freelance stuff -- I'll have to hit that pretty hard tonight -- there's a lot to do still and this week has been mostly devoted to school. I have to go get Will here in a minute, and then it'll be dinner tonight and then back to work again. I've got an itch to write, but I still have essays for my last class to do plus freelance work. Maybe I can do some tonight once the kids are in bed.
Aside from that, things are okay. Oh, this part is funny, though.
I went with Will to his ball practice this morning. I'd thought his dad might be there, but no luck. It was the parent-kid game of the season, you see. Instead I borrowed one of the kid gloves (insufficiently padded for my taste, I have to say) and got out and played with them. It was... odd. And amusing, and fascinating, all at the same time. I was the only woman there and it was clear no one was expecting me to play. I had to borrow a glove because I didn't have one, and then while playing catch with Will I was given a long lesson by a well-meaning dad on how to use a glove, at least in part because I couldn't remember what hand you catch with (it's only been 20 years since I've worn a glove and it's not like I can tell right from left anyway), which was appreciated but not really necessary -- especially since the "right from left" was interpreted as "girl who has no clue about sports" rather than "hasn't worn a mitt in 20 years and has to take a minute to wake up the old body memory."
I was complimented by the dads when I could throw it all the way to another base. I was complimented when I caught anything, or backed up the pitcher, or did anything that someone who played baseball might do. A ball popped up out of my glove and hit me on the jaw, and I didn't cry or anything and I even got complimented on that, as I didn't run from the ball but got in front of it. The kids team was instructed that they could all come into the infield when I was up to bat, since I wouldn't be hitting it out there (granted, they were right, but that had more to do with using light kid bats than anything else AND they hadn't seen me bat yet). I was complimented for hitting AND running all the way around the bases, much less outrunning a kid who tried to tag me. I only struck out once and even that time I got a foul ball, which is better than anyone but the coach did, frankly, and we were all batting wrong-handed or one-handed against the kids, even me. Of course, I can switch hit, but I didn't tell anyone else that.
I had fun playng against Will and his team and the men got over it before the practice was done, but... damn. Having breasts and long hair doesn't proclude me from having a clue about sports or participating therein. I was the only woman who went to the Mariners game with the team too; given that I cheered at the right times, it might have been a sign that I'm not that clueless had any of you paid attention. I ended up just laughing at it during practice... there was no point in being offended, really, but it's been a long time since I've run head on into that sort of benign sexism.
After that, I got Will to Sibshops (his last one of the year, wherein I understand there's a swim party today) and got home. I did dishes and I'm running a load of laundry, and I got a little bit of work done on my freelance stuff -- I'll have to hit that pretty hard tonight -- there's a lot to do still and this week has been mostly devoted to school. I have to go get Will here in a minute, and then it'll be dinner tonight and then back to work again. I've got an itch to write, but I still have essays for my last class to do plus freelance work. Maybe I can do some tonight once the kids are in bed.
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