Yesterday, Mer and I went to the park after getting a baseball bat and some “foam” baseballs at Wal-Mart. I showed her what little I knew about how to swing, throw and catch, and she did a lot better than I expected. I knew I would be lousy at it, but it was fun, and she loved every moment of it. It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
We did it again todat, amongst teenagers with firecrackers, etc. and Chrissy insisted on sitting on a swing pretending not to know us. I couldn’t even bribe her. O well.
I also have something to write about London (which somehow escaped the radar in Chrissy’s household completely), but that will wait.
Since I don’t watch TV, rarely listen to the radio these days, and don’t web browse as much since I went back on dial-up, it almost escaped my radar too.
You know when I learned about it? When one of my LJ friends (from England) posted about it.