The college has re-posted that position - visiting (September 1st to May 31st) as promised. It was posted on Monday morning while I was on vacation in Toronto and so there wasn't too much I could do about it other than see that it was up and be happy that all my documents are ready to go. I'm back home now but I'm tired from the hours on the road and so I'll wait until tomorrow morning to send along my e-mail just so I'm sure that I haven't made some silly typo. And then the process officially starts again.
In the meantime I will regale you with an adventure from our Toronto excursion........**
Not really ones to plan too much in advance, we decided on Monday afternoon that we wanted to go to Tuesday night's Blue Jays game. I got on-line, clicked on tickets and a short discussion of how much we were willing to spend later we had two tickets. Turns out that these tickets were in the 100 level section on the left field side. Basically, there was a direct line from home base to first base to us - as we sat I vaguely thought that we were in great position to catch a ball. Plus we were in the 1st row of that section which turned out to be immediately over the visiting (Tampa Bay, yesterday) bullpen. I thought it was kind of neat to be watching the pitchers warm up down there.
We got there in the 3rd inning when the score was 1-1. Great, fine - I was preoccupied with my hot dog. Then it was the top of the 4th inning - some guy from Tampa Bay at bat (sorry, I'm not particularly up on my TB roster). I was done with my hot dog and required water so I was kind of looking at home plate while trying to open my Dasani.
CRACK - very well hit ball. I keep opening my water.
Geez - that ball is heading in our direction. I keep opening my water.
No seriously - but I have really really bad spatial skills and so if I think it's headed right at me and might have a chance of reaching me it's really going to land well in front of me and the left fielder will make the out. I keep opening my water.
Oh s**t - I spill my water all over me.
Saved from a massive concussion and broken nose only by my husband's left hand (which is still sore and swollen by the way) which he stuck in front of my face just in time for the ball to bounce there instead of on me. In true comedic fashion the ball bounced out of his hand and into the hand of the chick next to us who didn't seem to care at all that I had just escaped certain doom. And, despite her being a "Blue Jays fan" she did not throw the ball back like a true fan should/would have.
In the end I have no souvenir from that game - not a ball, not a broken nose. I think I'm ok with that........
**Caity gave me a shout out in her blog which has significantly increased my traffic (thank you, I really do appreciate it) and has also resulted in me feeling the need to continue writing with some regularity - even if I'm just relating ridiculous stories about my cat nearly killing me at 3 AM or almost being hit by a home run.
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