A few eggs to make an omelet.
It's been an interesting week. For the first time is a while we didn't play as many games as there were days in the week. We actually practiced a few days. Practice is good.
After spending a month talking and texting with Sam quite a bit, not doing such is another adjustment. March brought the phone companies charging for calls to Haiti and internet service for Sam would be in the thousands of dollars. Not kidding.
We lost Big Red. She was the friendliest hen I'd been around. When you walked near, she's start clucking her greeting. She would walk up and expect a ear rub like a cat. Just plain friendly. Gone, but not forgotten.
Lost one and won one on the baseball field this week. The process of melding young men into a group moving in the same direction will always have its ups and downs. It's the parents that I still wish I could get on board.
Friend Jody has a chance to guide the COS baseball team to more wins than any other coach today. He's moving beyond my college coach and the man that got me started coaching, Bert Holt. Coaching young men is quite an adventure.
Parenting is also an adventure.
Gardens are sprouting and food is growing everywhere. Just in time.
There is nothing like riding a bike on a warm spring evening.
Looking forward to this weekend.
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