I survived the baseball game.
I spent the first hour and a half watching the game out of the corner of my eye while I devoured a hot dog, a huge bag of Cracker Jacks, a cup of frozen lemonade, and an ice cream cone.
I spent the next hour and a half knitting a scarf.
In between, I held an infant in my lap.
The whole afternoon was such a bizarre mix of the familiar and the terrifyingly foreign that I didn’t really know what to do with myself afterwards, so I just went home and took a nap.