The day started with a frenzy of activity for the Boy and me. First, there was soccer clinic, which is an addition to the spring soccer season that he just finished. The coach suggested that E has a certain awareness of what’s going on during a game that might benefit from additional practice and coaching. For the Boy’s part, he always explained it thus: “I just run around the outside until I see my moment, then I go!”

Afterward, we headed to our favorite local park for a summer scouting event. A bit of kickball kicked everything off and showed me that the Boy has little to no understanding of kickball/baseball. He didn’t know when to run to the next base when he was on (every kid got to kick every inning, no matter the outs), and he had no idea what to do while in the field.

How did I learn baseball? I don’t know that, at age six, I would have done much better. So many sports just seem absorbed with one’s culture.

After lunch, we went on a short hike, and this was where the Boy was in his element. We’ve hiked and ridden all the trails at Conestee Park seemingly countless times.

The Boy explained this, the Boy explained that. He told about walking Clover here. He explained which portions were particularly challenging on a bike.

When we got home, it was time for a rest. A summer thunderstorm landed on us, and we all marveled at the amount of water that can fall in such a short time — so much that our overflow for our rain barrel become completely overwhelmed.

After dinner? A return to Conestee with the Boy for a bike ride.