This past weekend, I was helping my son with his batting practice.
I would pitch the ball and he would hit it.
Well, I didn’t expect him to hit a homerun because he slammed the ball so far, it went flying into the neighbor’s property. Now our neighbor has a huge amount of land and the ball went into the creek that flows on his land. My son said he would get it, but I told him we better ask the neighbor to make sure it was alright. The neighbor said he didn’t have a problem, but he warned me to be careful when retrieving the ball because I could trip over some debris or a hole or something. He also said he didn’t want to be sued for me injuring myself on his land. I told him I would be careful and it was a little tricky, but I was able to get down to the creek and get the ball back. It was so hot outside and I told him I needed a break in the AC for a little while and then we would get right back to batting practice. The AC in the house felt so refreshing but when I looked down at my leg, I realized that I had a tick already burrowed into my leg. I had to get my wife to help me get the tick out carefully. I was just hoping that I wouldn’t get lyme disease even though the tick hadn’t been drinking my blood for very long. Still, I felt sick and woozy and apologized to my son. I told him I had to relax in the AC for the rest of the day and we could practice his batting swings another day while I rested with the AC system blasting.