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.
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