Between this windfall, and the mohair roving that Helen picked up for me at an event in Ottawa before she left,
I'm going to have to go for a visit with my spinning sister Daphne and get my spinning legs under me!
I don't think I told you guys about how I caught a ball on my inner upper thigh last week! It was a doozy and bruised up fast and in spectacular fashion. You can even see thread marks from the ball in the centre!!
One of the young girls at work asked if I cried. 🙄 I told her that there was no crying in baseball. I walked it off, adjusted to the tenderness on my pitch (it's the leg I step forward and pitch off of), and played on. One of the ladies had an ice pack which I used, or it would have looked worse.