This morning’s wild recliner goose chase notwithstanding, today turned out to be quite the day.
First, baseball with my boy, or at least watching him circuit train on base running, fielding grounders, batting, and catching fly balls. Next week, finally, they start playing outdoors. With trees ablaze in pinks and whites and all shades in between, watching kids run on fields in this quaint little town of ours couldn’t get any more Rockwellian.
Speaking of NR, this moment, among many this afternoon in the backyard while I grappled with a stubborn, inaccessible inner tube stem on my wheelbarrow, struck me.