April 21, 1991

I'm up at 7, and so are Andy and Eddie.  JoAnna wants us to watch cartoons in the TV room, but the men want to stay put.  Andy and I spend must of the afternoon in the back yard.  He helps me turn over the soil in two of our garden plots and then we play baseball.  I hit a foul over the fence, and he hits one on the roof.  He connects solidly a number of other times, too.  I think back to how much I would have enjoyed this activity when I was Andy's age.  I didn't know a thing about baseball until I was 8. Hey, I don't think I even knew the sport existed before that.  By the late afternoon, I am so annoyed by Barb's parading in and out of our room.  I feel so unproductive and helpless to change the circumstances.