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Sports Widow End-of-Little-League-Baseball-Season Highlights

June 20, 2006 6:29 AM | 0 Comments

Unfortunately, my schedule has been so crazy. Here's a roundup of what's been going on in reverse order:

On Thursday night, Austin had an end-of-year picnic at Lincoln Park in Seattle, WA, to celebrate the Boa Constrictors' incredible string of victories. Many of the parents, including the moms, played a baseball game with a big smooshy ball, but I couldn't participate because I didn't get the memo and was wearing impossible, yet fashionable, sandals (complete with a French manicure), which lent themselves more to teetering and getting trapped in ruts than slugging it out and chasing bases. Austin took home his trophy, and he is convinced that the baseball player featured in the trophy has one buttock that is larger than the other. I attribute it to the model's position, which overly accentuates one side, but Austin isn't so sure. Why can't I win a trophy for being most talkative or a darn good conversationalist? I've never won a trophy in my life and Austin now has about six. It makes me glum.

On Father's Day, I presented Bryan with two things: a point & shoot video camera, which "a child can use," compliments of Target (don't all roads lead to this establishment?), and an Itty Bitty Book Light, compliments of Barnes & Noble. NO MORE LATE NIGHT LAMPS to shock me and give me that deer-in-the-headlights startle response while Bryan reads Sports Illustrated. What a beautiful thing. My sister said she uses a miner's light - one of those contraptions with the head gear, but this one just latches onto your reading material.

My children were in their former summer nanny's wedding and, as 8-year-old Austin was announced at the reception, he walked in like a celebrated athlete greeting his fans, quickly pounding his tuxedoed chest with one fist and making a peace sign. He embodied cool... until he started doing the worm on the dance floor later on.

My hands are still recovering from the blisters I got while trying to transport Kit, Caroline and me via rowboat from Point A - a.k.a. The Shore - to Point B - a.k.a. A Tiny Island not far from The Shore - during our family weekend at Orcas Island in Puget Sound. It began with me inheriting our craft from an incoming sailor, a spry, red-headed woman who watched me and the girls with a combination of amusement and intrepidation as we awkwardly climbed into the boat. After figuring out how to position my body with my back turned toward my destination (which is totally counterintuitive) and grasping the oars, I immediately got stranded beneath the dock for a period of time. My daughters and I will never forget this epic journey to Freeman Island, nor will the guy who was the captain of the rescue skiff, who chivalrously offered to tow us back to dry land if necessary. Out of sheer pride I declined his offer and heroically rowed us back to shore, fighting gale winds, loping waves and menacing undersea monsters. After we stopped laughing and alighted on terra firma, we practically kissed the beach.
That's the news from Sports Widow land? What does the terrain look like for you???