The squirrel is doing well. He or she is stronger, livelier, and possibly bigger than when we first got him or her. Squirrel feeding times are happy times around here; he or she pretty much knows what to expect now and feeds quite happily. We tried the kitten bottle idea suggested by mom2threepks, but couldn’t get the bottle nipple hole right–first too small, then too big, so we went back to the oral syringe.
It was a gorgeous fall day here, warm when the sun was out, and cool when it slipped behind some high clouds. We had baseball. The fall ball team is so much fun–most of the kids have now played together on the fall team for three or four seasons now and they are bonded well and have a good time.
I sat there and loved life for the duration of the game–these beautiful, good kids with their constellation of skills and personalities–some from hard backgrounds, some from pampered backgrounds–coming together to participate in the culture of baseball. And then there are the good-hearted parents who sit in the sunshine, casually rooting for the kids and teasing the coach, who teases back. A bunch of us are older parents watching our younger kids play, not our eldest kids, which makes for a more relaxed dynamic as well. One boy’s parents, aunt and grandma are there every week without fail. One boy’s divorced parents are there at every game, and sit together. The coach is the stepdad of the boy. They all seem to get along fine.
The coach loves to tease the kids (and the parents, if he knows them well enough) but never is mean or harsh. We realized this year that part of how he enjoys himself is to allow himself to pretend to get worked up–he begins in mock seriousness to pace and chain smoke, gradually pacing over to the parents in the bleachers to ask if anyone “has any valium or, failing that, hard liquor.” He never, ever yells at the kids. We do worry that someday he’ll be telling the doctor the emphysema was brought on by coaching that fall ball team for so many years.
In the car on the way out and back, I read out loud from Fellowship of the Ring. It’s actually been quite awhile since I last read it.
Tomorrow D17 is playing drums at CCC. We will be going down to our other church early to take part in the new Sunday School class and then we will be zipping back up to CCC.