fourth inning stretch

I've spent the last few days in my workroom or on the baseball field. (Had a few special orders to do.) I decided on purpose not to take anything to work on last night and I wanted to just enjoy the game, but I usually get antsy by the fourth inning, and I want something to be doing with my hands. Ball games last about two-and-a-half hours. I make it through the first hour-and-a-half just fine, but then...

See the strawberry pincushions in the basket-- my favorite ballgame fix for fidgety fingers. Not good, I know. I should be totally present, I know. But maybe since I've been going to baseball games every spring for, what, like the last twenty years counting both boys, maybe it's okay. Right? I hope so.

Gladly going to ballgames, mind you. I love to watch my boys play. They play with all their heart, and it's great to watch. I marvel at my All-Star boys, myself being the gym teachers worst nightmare child and all. Anyway I could figure out a way to weasel out of gym, by golly I did it. The boys definately got their coordinated/athletic genes from their Daddy. And that's good. It always helps a boy to be good at a sport, girls too, but especially boys, I think. 

I took a book with me to the half-hour practice before the ball game. I started reading it. (I ordered it after realizing last week that I have problems in the area of always feeling like I have zero time anymore). The Power of Slow, 101 ways to save time in Our 24/7 world, by Christine Louise Hohlbaum. Christine says the first thing we need to do is stop multitasking so much. So ya, I put the book down too.

But then my dearest childhood friend, Norene, stopped by our ballfield... right around the fourth inning. Her oldest daughter just got engaged last night. We talked through the rest of the game. We used to have gym class together in junior high. She was a gym weasel too. Worse than me. She figured out how to slowly move backwards in the gym line, sometimes completely escaping embarrassing episodes of rope-climbing, basketball shooting, and the ever so unglamorous trampoline somersaulting thing. (Yeah, that was definately a life-skill I needed to learn in school. WT--?) She graduated with the second highest GPA in our high school class. She deserved it. She was really smart at gym.

Anyway, I digress. I just wanted to wish you a lovely weekend with loads of time for doing exactly what your sweet little heart wants to do:-) xoxoKelly

Comments

[Traci]

i miss watching kar play softball. would have loved for eric to play baseball, but you can't have a farmer boy missing planting for ball. bummer!

[Julie]

What a funny story!...Love your handmade strawberries!

[Gucci Shoes]

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