The frigidness of practice was nearly unbearable today, but I stuck with my promise to keep the kids out there until 5pm. We couldn't feel our fingers by that point, but I'm worried it might be the last day outside for a little while; two to four inches of snow tomorrow do not bode well for baseball practice. In fact, I'm worried about what I'll do tomorrow with these 40 kids; the weight room is closed down and all the teams will be vying for space to exercise in some back hallway somewhere. I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
After practice, I decided to offer to give one of my players a ride home after a different one asked. Usually, I just give this kid a ride to Mondawmin Mall, but I was so sick of the route that I offered to drive him all the way home; I figured that since he lived north, that I wouldn't lose much time then cutting back through Charles Village to my house. He lived off of Liberty Heights Road, which I don't think I've ever been on. Well, it was much, much farther than I ever imagined. Who knew that Northern Parkway actually stopped if you far enough west? Yup. Then, it was north for several miles - past the beltway, and then past some car dealerships. We finally made it, almost an hour after we left school. Then it was back across town to give the other kid a ride home. He lives near me, and he probably never imagined that he would have to drive clear across the city when he asked for a ride. Or imagined that we'd need to head to my eye doctor's to get my contact lens on the way home, since I've been two weeks without it and needed it pretty bad.
Now I'm home, and of course too tired to do anything other than hold off a nap so I can go to bed early and get a full night's sleep. I start Emily Dickinson tomorrow. Oh, joy.
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