October 18, 2011

Max the ballplayer
Max and I played catch at our park this week after he and Alex got new gloves. Someone stole the box of athletic stuffs we had left sitting outside the old house. My glove is still sitting somewhere in a box waiting to be opened. Playing catch barehanded with Max remembered me of when I did same with my dad. I thought he was so tough because he didn't wear a glove. And like Max, I wanted him to wear one -- perhaps because I wanted to believe I could throw hard enough for him to need one.

Our new house was part of the first Nashville green home tour. That was cool.

The Big Thing of the week was the Aunt Alma scare. She was rushed to the hospital after being home alone with a way too fast heart beat for a long time. She got a defibrillator and luckily all ended up okay.