And lastly . . . badminton. Badminton has been going on in our garage for three or four weeks now. Although the boys have played until well after dark on the weekends and filled many other hours with their new sport, I have never gone to see the game. I could not imagine a version of badminton in my garage that would elicit anything from me other than, no. Stop. Now. Looking the other way seemed the kindest policy, so I haven’t gone.
Yesterday, I saw my first robin. Others saw them earlier in the week, but today was my first. Spring is here. If badminton ends, nobody will die, so finally, I went to see for myself.