Finally talked Mom into going to Mr Z's baseball game today. It was a gorgeous 92 degrees when we left; anything over 90 and she wants to stay in. But with it getting dark so early now, and a good breeze, it was gorgeous tonight.
I felt bad for her, though. We sat down and we were home team, playing outfield. She's looking around and says "Where's Tristan?" She used to watch her grandson play .... about 20 yrs ago! I pointed to right field and said Mr Z is right there!
Otherwise, it was a good night. When 7-8 yr olds play, pitching isn't so great. But only 3 kids were hit with the ball today. That's a plus!!
Gorgeous clouds!
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