Cadavers, fishing and baseball

In a little more than two weeks Alan gets his body. Well, cadaver.
This completely creeps me out. My husband will be presented with a real, formerly alive human being and instructed to take it apart.
I'm completely squeamish - I couldn't handle it when I went on the interview tours with him and the huge trash cans were labeled "human tissue only."
A very sweet lady at church told us she wanted to donate her body, but they aren't accepting any more right now. She said she's offended. You try to offer your body and you get turned down - that stings. I'm not donating mine. I can just see some professor poking my big white rear and saying "less chocolate, more exercise people!"
One of Alan's friends has already started school and got his body. He has a man who was about 90.
I couldn't do it.

Goin' fishing
Our landlords live on a little island where every house has a road in the front and a waterway in the back. It leads out into the Gulf, and they say they've caught some good fish out there. We know absolutely nothing about fishing: we grew up in West Texas! A swimming pool is a good-size lake there. So this is very new for us.
They've taken us out on their boat and offered their dock if we ever want to fish, so we tried it out. So we got our day licenses and flipped through the book you get with them. We don't see anything we recognize, so that's useless. Alan suggested getting a Fishing for Dummies book. Not a bad idea as it turns out.
They left their storeroom open for us to help ourselves. So we walk in an see all these poles. We don't know what's what's, so we just pick the most wimpy looking ones. We found the bait and stick it on the hooks without managing to add our fingers - a great success! Alan caught something right away. No idea what it was, but it had yellow fins. We couldn't figure out how to get the poor thing unhooked for forever, but we finally got it back in the water.
Then we wait. There's fish swimming four feet from us eating the little things swarming around the light in the water. The fishing column in the paper is always talking about people catching things "under the lights," so I'm assuming those things are what we want to catch. But they don't seem interested in our dead shrimp and really dead little fish. Fine then! Alan suggests we move our lines around to make it look like the bait is swimming. I'm doubting this strategy, but I go along. Eventually by pure chance some dumb fish clamps onto Alan's line. He gets it close and we pull it in with the net. Bad idea. It's making this sad sound like it's gasping for air, and we're trying to figure out how to get the hook out of his mouth and his spiny fins unstuck from the net. Didn't know what it was either at the time, but I've found out since that it was a hardhead catfish. I caught one about an hour later. It swallowed the hook, which I still feel terrible about. At work today I find out that lots of people kill these fish when they catch they just because they don't like them! Mean!

Day at the park
My parents and brother are visiting, and we all met the cousins and aunts in Houston for an Astros game. Not really a fan of watching any sport, but it was fun. After dozing off during batting practice I actually got interested in the game. More because I noticed that Ausmus and Biggio are cuties than for actual interest in the game, but I think it still counts!