Well. I should like to write something thought provoking or clever. (And I fancy that I do write things of that nature occasionally. After all, I have one billion [well . . . perhaps slightly less] bits of clever and thoughtful jotted in nightstand notebooks and typed in notes on my phone and unpublished blog posts on my computer. Uncondensed and untidy.) But at the moment I am just . . . well . . . I’m just sharing a few pictures from Goldie’s last softball game. And it tires me to think that I can’t do that unless I can find a way to do it cleverly! Good heavens! Such pressure.
But I shan’t let it stop me. I will press on. I will press on with some rather nice pictures. And very lovely people. But words . . . as ordinary as words can be. (It’s rather freeing to determine I can allow myself that! Even if I don’t quite believe I should.)
Nevertheless: Goldie’s last softball game! (The bolding and that exclamation mark go a long way in making up for smart writing I think.)
Jesse was at scouts. Hans was in bed. Daisy was reading and watching Hans. But the rest of us piled in the van to go watch Goldie. (With one hundred kids in our family, we don’t involve them in many extra-curricular activities. And I will also admit that we don’t attend all their events. Eek. Unthinkable in some families. I know. But we just . . . do what we can. Luckily, tonight, the “what we can” wasn’t a bad show of support at all! :))
Mike ran into some of his childhood neighbors (the parents’ of one of his best friends growing up). They have a granddaughter on Goldie’s team who they’d come to watch. I’m not sure what all they reminisced about. But every time I looked over . . . everyone looked like this:
So it must have all been fairly funny. (And likely would have made for some good writing material for this post – had I taken fewer pictures . . . and paid more attention to the conversation.)
There was a park nearby. And horses grazing just past a fence. They were far enough away that I didn’t feel safe letting these three run off alone to enjoy them. But they were close enough that it was torturous for them not being allowed to.
Overall it was a lovely, happy evening. Nice weather. Pretty light. Laughter. And a happy Goldie.