Lucy's Journal

Lucy’s Journal Entry – March 11, 2026

Dear Journal,

Today turned out to be one of those days where the plan changes halfway through… and somehow gets even better.

This morning I was exploring the garage with Kiwi, Peanut, and the Quackers when we discovered something very interesting tucked behind a stack of old boxes. It was a big dusty bag filled with Ed’s old softball equipment! There were gloves, a bat, a few softballs, and even one of those hats that looked like it had played about a hundred games.

Kiwi immediately hopped up on the bag like he had just discovered treasure.

“BALL GAME!” he squawked.

Peanut flicked her tail like she was a professional athlete who had been waiting her whole life for this moment. The Quackers, of course, started quacking excitedly and waddling around the garage like a team preparing for the big championship.

So we carried (well… mostly dragged) the equipment out to the backyard to start our big softball game.

Now, there were a few problems with this plan.

First, Kiwi kept trying to sit on the softball instead of hitting it.
Second, Peanut thought the glove was a toy and kept pouncing on it.
Third, the Quackers refused to stand in the outfield and instead followed the ball every time it moved.

We tried to bat, but the ball kept rolling under the porch.
We tried pitching, but Kiwi kept yelling “MY TURN!” whether it was his turn or not.

After about fifteen minutes of total chaos, Peanut sat down in the grass, looked at the softball, and then very deliberately nudged a big red rubber ball that had rolled out of the garage.

Kiwi tilted his head.

“Kick… ball?”

The Quackers looked at each other.

QUACK QUACK!

And just like that, softball was officially canceled.

Kickball, however, was a huge success.

Peanut was surprisingly good at guarding the bases. Kiwi took his kicking very seriously and did a little victory flap every time the ball rolled across the yard. The Quackers ran after the ball like a feathery stampede every time someone kicked it.

At one point Kiwi kicked the ball straight toward the garden and the entire team—Peanut included—chased after it like we were in the championship game of the Backyard Kickball League.

We laughed, we ran, and we probably broke every official rule of kickball ever written.

But it didn’t matter.

By the end of the afternoon we were all laying in the grass, tired and happy.

Softball equipment discovery: successful.
Softball game: not so successful.
Kickball game: legendary.

Sometimes the best games are the ones you didn’t plan.

Until next week,
Lucy