Little leaguers run the fields. Parents watch eagerly, but not without reservation imposed by the heat. Texas weather really has it in for those who want to be supportive. Some spectators multitask--finishing phone calls with their bosses, catching a quick nap, or perhaps doing some running themselves. Then there are the parent who are standing on the sidelines, looking as if they would like to jump into the game themselves.
Trash cans overflow with half eaten sandwiches, typically accompanied by nearly full waterbottles--waterbottles spectators bought and then forgot about. But today all the waterbottles are empty. No one is willing to forget about a single drop of water, not in this heat. I am looking forward to the steady 70s of Southern California.
Last night, we had a going away party of sorts for Nick and Austin--they head off to navy in 11 days, and at this time will abandon all forms of electronics and relenquish all rights to privacy. I am grateful God calls some people to serve, because to me it sounds miserable, but I know it is an integral part of our society. After the party, a group headed down to The Door-Dallas to watch Jack and his band, Empire, perform in a battle of the bands. 7 bands performed (including a simply lovely metal screamo band...) and two advanced, one of which was Empire! They will play again on July 30 to compete for $1000.
I went home and again watched an episode of Veronica Mars.
Tonight is my friend's Indian graduation party--should definitely be an interesting experience!
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