Yesterday afternoon my middle son’s baseball team played OLMC in Tempe. We won something like 18-2, I forget. But I remember being grateful the mercy rule was employed. I enjoy watching them play very much but I also am grateful when the game doesn’t go on and on.
After we got home from baseball, a trip to Safeway for The Princess’s favorite soup (she is home sick), a speeding ticket, a stop at Schlotzkey’s for my son’s dinner because we wouldn’t have time to make something before the Boy Scout meeting, and Boy Scouts, my son told me that he had an assignment to bring in today a newspaper or magazine article that had “peace” or “prayer” in the headline/title. We have a lot of magazines around here because I am a slow reader and we had several days’ worth of newspapers. But try as I might, I could not find peace or prayer. There was a lot of murder, terrorism, budget crisis, but no peace, no prayer. This saddens me.
