Take Me Out To the Port A Pot
It's still softball season. At every ball field, a Port A Pot has been set up for the fans and players who just gotta go. At our home field, it happens to sit almost directly behind home plate. You'll see it in just a moment, since any photo I take of Mayhem batting or running home has that big, blasted, blue Port A Pot in the shot!
Hellllloooooo? Anybody in there?Batting the ball. C'mon batter, swing!
Mayhem is having a great time playing. I'm getting some knitting done. The log cabin afghan has grown by several logs since softball started. Buddy Bill has been gifted a second dishcloth, which has joined the first one adorning his fridge. *sigh* I do have to tell you though, none of the other parents are out there knitting. I haven't seen any knitters with the opposing teams, either. They look at me like I'm an alien, and I look at them and wonder, "what is wrong with you people that you don't knit or something while you're out here?!?!" The girls are getting the game, but there are times when we are literally watching the grass grow.
Running toward home... Run, Forrest, I mean Mayhem, Run!
And look. She scored another run. I'd get sentimental and weepy-eyed, but she would probably beat me up.