Somewhat embarrasingly, the moment I arrived on the field and threw the first ball for the dog, it disappeared over a hedge next to me rather than into the middle of the field as I intended. And so later I had to knock on doors asking to check gardens. I didn't find it. (I should point out it's a special ball. He eats tennis balls in moments so I've purchased indestructable ones off the internet. Of course, he might not destroy them, but his hapless owner, that's another matter entirely.)
There are a few gendered phrases I detest, one being 'throwing like a girl' (another is big girls blouse) cos I know plenty of females who throw really well. I don't - there's plenty of other things I can do brilliantly, throwing isn't one of them. I guess I dislike the way women and girls are put down cos of something, like throwing, or driving, or science, because some men think they can do it better. Some might, some won't. We're all wired differently, having various passions and talents; we're all given different opportunities and encouragements.
Tonight's choir may only have women, as men have been invited to a specific event just for them. I understand that there can sometimes be a place for people sharing an identity to meet independently, but it's not my thing and if no men sing tonight we will feel their absence. Before then tho, metaphorical juggling, which I'm much better at than throwing!!
... I've worked so hard these last couple of days. Thankfully tomorrow has restoration planned :-)
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