"Innings and afternoons. Fly lost in sunset.
Throwing arm gone bad. There's your old ball game.
Cool reek of the field. Reek of companions."
Robert Fitzgerald (1910-1985). Cobb Would Have Caught It (l. 23-25). . . Western Wind; an Introduction to Poetry. John Frederick Nims, ed. (2d ed., 1983) Random House.
TIME: 6:44 PM
PLACE: W-- B-- school ball fields
I got to take StellaDella to her T-ball practice tonight. They only practice for about an hour. I believe that's about the length of the attention span of a 5 year old. The older two were with me, making it feel like a much longer period of time due to their incessant whining about how bored they were. Luckily, I've learned to tune that out, otherwise it would have been quite irritating. SD only had to visit the portable restroom twice during practice. It was a nice little hike to that facility as it was a short distance from the fields. But, if I look on the bright side; I got some exercise in; the weather was nice; and I got my picture for the day. So it wasn't too bad of an evening after all!