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Scrappers beat Rattlers

Posted on March 29, 2008 | Comments Off on Scrappers beat Rattlers

Another close game, Scrappers winning 6 to 5. Better defense and better hitting, but not Mr. B. He struck out once, was thrown out at first ,and made no defensive plays of note. Hard to make plays in the outfield where he’s been assigned over and over, since most of these kids can’t hit out of the infield.

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Scrappers beat Sidewinders

Posted on March 28, 2008 | Comments Off on Scrappers beat Sidewinders

It was a close one, 8 to 7, and Mr. B’s was the winning run. The Scrappers played better defense than previously, and had more hits. Mr. B. struck out once and was thrown out once at first, but got two hits, one of them an RBI and the other a run. He’s got another game tomorrow afternoon, unless it rains, as is a thirty percent chance according to the forecast.

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The last cascarone

Posted on March 26, 2008 | Comments Off on The last cascarone

Mr. B. was livid. He saw fresh, red and blue eggshell on the patio this morning and he was just positive that somebody had crushed the last cascarones before he could get to them. He only got to do ONE, he insisted. Probably two, I muttered, having noted Easter morning that only two were missing from the carton. Okay, he said, two. And smiled. Now he remembered. What he was looking at was the aftermath of the cascarone battle he’d had with his buddy Cyrus Sunday afternoon. A bit behind in my housekeeping, as usual.

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Why roof gutters are useless in Texas

Posted on March 19, 2008 | Comments Off on Why roof gutters are useless in Texas

The thunderstorm we’d been awaiting since Monday finally crashed in yesterday afternoon just as I was getting ready to leave to go pick up Mr. B. from school. A real frog strangler. All I had was Mom’s puny little umbrella, so I got soaked. But before I left I was standing in the living room watching the rain cascade off the roof. It was like being behind a waterfall. The rain was overwhelming the roof gutters which reminded me why most people in Central Texas, at least, never put gutters on their houses until fairly recently. Nowadays the Yellow Pages is full of gutter seller ads, and practically everybody seems to have them. But they really are pretty useless. Oh, it sometimes rains lightly around here and the gutters effectively channel the water so it doesn’t splash on your head as you go in and out the door. But, more often, when we get a rain it’s a big one, and the gutters simply can’t handle all that water all at once.

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Scrappers lose one

Posted on March 17, 2008 | Comments Off on Scrappers lose one

Just when we could have used a rainout, it didn’t happen. So the Scrappers lost 12-3. They were almost skunked, until the last inning when their hitting suddenly caught fire and they got three runs, one of them Mr. B.’s. Previously he had been thrown out at first and struck out. Better luck next time. Meanwhile, the forecasted storm still hasn’t materialized.

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The joys of literacy

Posted on March 14, 2008 | Comments Off on The joys of literacy

One thing we noticed on our Mississippi trip was how quiet Mr. B. was in the back seat. Normally, even on car trips around town, he’s a big talker: running on, constantly, about something he’s seen or heard. But now that he’s learned to read and enjoys a variety of "chapter books," (as a relative said, "I thought they ALL were chapter books") he spends his time on the road silently turning pages.

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Blue crayon in the dryer

Posted on March 9, 2008 | Comments Off on Blue crayon in the dryer

Mr. Boy is seriously in the dog house after leaving some crayons in the pockets of his blue jeans. We caught all but one, a blue one, which went harmlessly through the wash cycle but then coated the inside of the dryer. It got on some of the clothes, mostly his, but we spent several hours trying to get it off the drum. Searched a little to find solutions when it was obvious elbow grease wasn’t enough. Finally found this advice from Crayola, to use WD-40, followed by dish soap and water. Left the dryer open all night to dissipate the WD-40 smell, so the fumes don’t catch fire when the gas dryer runs. We still have a ways to go, however. Two days before our spring break trip, naturally, when the dryer is needed. We had him do some of the scrubbing, but, of course, he isn’t strong enough to make it more than symbolic.

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