Just exactly when did God die and how'd you get in the will?

We spent the day doing some preliminary cleaning out of my father's apartment. We started by putting all of his junk mail, magazines, and catalogs into the recycle. Then we went through most of the drawers looking for trash. Then we bagged all of his clothing to be donated. Then we cleaned out the bathroom and the refrigerator. Bleh, what a day. There is still SO MUCH to do. I feel like we will be doing this all summer long.

It's funny, because for the last several years I've obsessed about owning a house and now I own half a house. It's sitting right there just existing and it's half mine. That's so weird. Jennifer and I have talked and talked and talked about this house, and what to do with it, and whether we should move into it.

Pros of moving into it include not having to pay rent anymore, being able to keep an eye on my grandparents, having a lower cost of living, building equity. Cons largely revolve around living in Rhode Island, Woonsocket to be specific. Dear gods but that place is a total shithole. I'm pretty sure it has the worst schools and highest child abuse in the state. And we wouldn't be legally married anymore. And we'd be landlords. (And I don't know jack about being a landlord, except that Jeff Ott would want to kill me.) And it would be kind of weird to live in my dad's apartment. And did I mention that it would be in Woonsocket? (anitsirk, help me out here.)

Theoretically we could still commute to our jobs here but that just seems so silly, since we both get paid crap money and aren't really attached to our jobs. So we'd have to find new jobs, too. And I'd probably need to transfer my license again. I'm getting pretty tired of that.

So there's been a lot of discussion, and a lot to think about, and it's just a huge decision. Blarg. But I had some Del's Lemonade tonight and that certainly shows that Rhode Island can be tasty if nothing else. Yum.

My new softball career

Somehow last week one of my coworkers conned me into playing softball with her and her boyfriend. They are on some sort of coed softball league that plays around Boston on Sundays. Since Jen is working today, I told her earlier this week that I would come today. She got way too excited for her own good. (I don't think she knows many of the players, and they're required to have a certain number of girls, yadda yadda.)

I guess I made the mistake of telling her that I played softball in high school, because she promptly went and told her boyfriend and the rest of the team that I'm some sort of all-star. And she's been so eager for me to play that it's quite adorable. Every day at work she's been asking me if I'm still coming, and telling me where to go, etc.

This morning she called me to ask if I'd had a big, protein-filled breakfast. And told me to drink lots of water. It's hysterical.

But in honor of Softball Sarah, I made an egg-sandwich-a-la-Peas. I think it's the first time I've ever cooked an egg in my life. (It's yummy, but not as good as the ones with that Peas touch!) Now I must drink more water, take a shower, find clothes, and head out to Newton for the game. It's also 87908429872 degrees outside. Yuck.

(How hot is too hot for cats?)

8798079870424 watts of central air

When I got home from the softball game, it was 87 degrees in my apartment, so I turned on the central air for the first time this season. I think I turned it on around 4:30pm, and it's now almost 7:00 and it has not stopped running (I'm trying to get down to 77 degrees). Ouch. The electric company is going to totally love us. On the upside, the central air thinger has an attachment that modulates the humidity, so not only is it much more pleasant in here, it's so dry and not-sticky. Hooray!

I took a nice cold shower when I got home from the game and I totally shaved my legs. It took a million years and after many years of furriness, I think they look really pale and funny. They feel kind of neat though, being smooth and stuff. (Though I think feeling wind through hair feels neat, too.) I guess I'm locked into shaving for the summer as I don't want to have half-grown, picky hair. Maybe I'll wear some skirts, too, and freak 'em all out.

We won our softball game, too! I played catcher for part of the game and right field for another part. (There are a lot of players and everyone kind of rotates.) I hit the ball at both of my at-bats (we had like 20 people and everyone bats) but was forced out once. Poop. Also, this co-ed league has all these weird rules revolving around women. Like, women use this lighter ball. And if a man walks (gets 4 balls) and the next batter is a woman, the man gets two bases instead of one. (I guess this is to discourage walking men to get to the women batters.) I didn't like all of the weird "special" rules. I'd rather play in an all-wimmin league.

I want my Jennifer to come home from work so we can make dinner and spend our evening together. It feels like Saturday instead of Sunday because she usually works on Saturdays. I'm so not ready to go to work tomorrow. COMMENCE THE SNUGGLING.