The 0fers Revisited
I mentioned previously that I have been playing softball every Monday
night for most of July and all of August. Our team is called the
0fers
(pronounced oh-fers) because we didn't win a single game last year.
Going into tonight's doubleheader, the 0fers (at 0-10) were on pace
for yet another winless season.
We came really close to winning the first game of the doubleheader,
losing in seven innings by one run. We typically will lose after 4
innings by virtue of the 10-run rule... so getting to 7 innings
(and not getting beat by a margin of 10 or more), was an
accomplishment in and of itself. The second game also went to seven
innings, but this time we managed to: 1) somehow score 17 runs, and
2) somehow hold the other team to 16 runs. So we finished the summer
with a stellar 1-11 record... a new high water mark for wins in a
season.
In One Tent Door and Out the Other
This afternoon, after a rare nap, Berkeley melted down when Kristy told
him he had to go potty before playing outside (he hadn't gone for some
time... so it was quite certainly a justifiable request). But instead
of just taking the minute that the task would require, Berkeley cried
and made quite a production of every step involved in the process
(dropping the drawers, getting on the seat, washing his hands, etc).
The net effect was to delay his playtime outside by probably ten
minutes instead of just one.
Now even though I work at home (in my plush corner windowed office), I
can pretty much ignore most of the comings and goings that happen
elsewhere in the house. But this little outburst, 1) occurred in the
bathroom right next to my office, and 2) as I mentioned, lasted much
longer than what you could call my "I can ignore that" length. So I
peeked in and expressed to him by displeasure at his tirade (and the
accompanying noise).
Later, Berkeley appeared at my office door (which is windowed). I
motioned him in.
"I moved the tent on the grass.", Berkeley said.
"Berkeley, I would like to talk to you about your outburst.", I
began. "When Daddy or Mimi ask you to do something, then you are
to do it, despite the fact that it may not be what you want to do
at the moment..."
I probably went on lecturing him for a couple of minutes like that.
Then I gave him a big hug and told him I loved him. When we separated,
he stood there, paused in deep thought (I presumed), with his eyes
half-glazed over.
"I moved the tent.", Berkeley repeated.
I cracked a smile, shook my head, and told him to go outside and have
fun.
July 2005 Salt Lake City Trip Photos
We spent the last few days of July and the first few days of August down
in Salt Lake City (as noted previously in blog entries during that
period). Here are some sample images from the trip:
Since it has been some three weeks since we returned, it may be helpful
to provide a link between some of my blog entries and the corresponding
trip sub-galleries.
Jul. 29: Berkeley Birthday
(blog,
gallery)
Jul. 30: Utah County Fair and Mark's Pizza
(blog,
gallery #1,
gallery #2)
Jul. 31: Sunday Dinner
(blog,
gallery)
There are some sub-galleries which I did not directly blog about, but
they can still be accessed by reviewing the complete Salt Lake City Trip
gallery here:
enjoy!
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