you guys are killing me. i'm exhausted but oh so hungry.
i had last night off but only slept a few hours because i'm normally on vst, so after getting up at 4am, i went down to the baseball field at 8 am and helped remove inches of water off the tarped field with only two other coaches. 30 guys, and only 3 show up. sheesh. getting a tarp off and a field ready for a game is a lot of work without yourselves of pounds of water in the first place. but we got it done; raking the mound, preparing the infield and batters box, lining the baselines, pickng up garbage...
after 3 hours of getting the field ready, i went home and dw went on the warpath about how i spend more time with baseball than on our home, so spent an equal 3 hours transplanting hydrangeas and weeding/removing old mulch from an area that we're going to have a fence put in, then like back to the field for a 5 hour shift running the kitchen for 2 little league games and then cleaning up and shutting it down. i still don't know how professional chefs do it.
i thought i was done, but when i got home sore and stiff, my boy wanted to play a baseball video game (which is very instructional), so we played until bedtime, and then i headed back into work.
stick a fork in me; i'm done.
so, long story (if you're the chief) short, i'm heading out for great souvlaki, fries, and a salad.
dinner at last.
it doesn't end, though. i have to work until noon, then under dw's furrowed brow i have more yardwork to do, and then we have team practice from 4pm to 6-ish.
and back at work by 11.
i now know what a rat on a wheel feels like.
A true lover of nature does not despair now that his mistress has turned a colder cheek.