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Yesterday was Cordelia's first day of summer camp. She's going this week and next week and then nothing for the rest of the summer. I hope that girl down the street is around a lot because I'm counting on her to keep Cordelia occupied.

The camp is only a few blocks away. Unfortunately, there are big hills involved. We're at the top of one, and they're at the top of another, so there's a hill to climb either way. I fully expect my legs to be screaming at me soon, what with doing the round trip twice a day.

cherydactyl's younger daughter is at camp with Cordelia both weeks. Because of that, Cordelia has been looking forward to camp more than she usually does. She was also pleased to discover that she knows two other girls who're there, one from last year's softball team and one from school.

Yesterday at pick up time,

cherydactyl was late. She thought pick up was half an hour later than it actually was, so she was at my house, wondering why I wasn't answering the door (I waited for her as long as I could without being late). Fortunately, I'm on the paperwork as able to sign

cherydactyl's daughter out, so I did after calling

cherydactyl to see what was going on. Once we got back to our house, the girls played for about half an hour.

In the evening, we had the third softball game of the season. Cordelia's team, the Angels, played the Penguins. (I notice that the girls' teams in all sports tend to have peaceful names while the boys' teams have active, often violent names. The exception for the girls' teams was Cordelia's soccer team which was the Wolverines.) The Penguins ran over the Angels. I don't know the final score, but we were down by more than ten runs. Members of Cordelia's team kept doing the right things just a little too late, and our coach (coaches pitch for their own teams) is a lousy pitcher.

We were at a park with shade. The girls were seated on the opposite side of the diamond from the shade. None of the parents who weren't coaching were dedicated enough to sit over there. It wasn't horrifically hot, but it was nothing like as cool as the previous two games.

This morning, it was raining hard. Walking to camp was pretty miserable because the soles of my shoes are cracked. It's no big deal in dry weather, but it matters in the rain. My feet were soaked by the time I got home. (I have two pairs of shoes. I wear my loafers for almost everything because they're easy to put on and take off. I didn't wear them this morning because, due to the hills, my feet slide around in them a lot. Yesterday, I was worried that I'd have blisters by the time I got home. The shoes I wore this morning have laces.) I should have thought-- I had another pair of shoes in my closet, ones with laces and intact soles. I've just been trying to wear out the cracked soled shoes before breaking these out.

At any rate, I wore the new shoes when I went out to see my psychiatrist this morning. The rain had let up by then, but my old shoes were still wet. My psychiatrist recommended a place to take Cordelia to see if we can work on her anxiety. She hates so much to do anything out of the ordinary because she's afraid of it.

I had lunch downtown. It wasn't a particularly healthy lunch, but for $9 (including tip), I got a cheeseburger, fries and a cherry coke. I thought that was a pretty good deal.

cherydactyl's daughter came home from camp with us. The girls are playing right now.