waiting on z to watch Amazing Race.
Other than a late start to that...
... tonight has gone very much as
Except for the baseball in the face.
er... I mean. Ok... see at my folks house
the very first thing that happens is
Geo asks me to come out in the back yard to play catch.
Gloves and a circa 1958 hard ball.
We are like 10-15 feet apart... doing "arm outstretched" catches.
Ed is bobbing and weaving between us with a stick in his hands.
He (ed) is forever dashing into view, twirling whatever he has in his
hands and hollering "Obliviate"... a thing from the last Harry Potter movie.
[ :: Edward yelling Obliviate as a mp3 file... small, like 256kb :: ]
Any ways... after some "lob ball" catches... we try some tosses
because he wants to hold the glove up in above him to catch.
Geo is missing about 75% of these, btw. He just needs serious practice at this. :D
Ed bouncing around... Geo missing a toss... and my not seeing dissaster looming
all contribute to a THUNK... Hard Ball ping'ing off geo's cheek.
His outstretched, gloved and empty hand is motionless for a moment
then it's all about being horizontal. Ice packs later, he's right as rain...
except of course that I feel teeeerible. (sub in whicked cool new zealand accent for that last bit)
I gotta stick to vollyball. :D