I at least half expected to take advantage of a Friday night at home to wrap up my tale of William Mulholland and the water shenanigans of his era. But I’m too tired to do that tonight. It takes some real effort on my part to portion out decades worth of history with the story of what is one of the greatest engineering marvels for the time –perhaps all time, and distill it down to byte-sized readable portions.
And it was a hot one today! I was told we hit 107 degrees today in our city. I don’t usually complain about the heat, but it’s September people! I thought fall was at least within sight. I think the heat today tired me out a bit.
But then, maybe it’s more than heat. This has been a hard week for all of us. I don’t think the tragedy in Libya and the killing of the four Americans has only rocked the United States. We have all been affected in one way or another. My mind is tired.
So I’ll end my week with a little personal humor. I really did have a few moments today that made me laugh–with the children, always, but at me, in particular! And so I was grateful to have the opportunity to spend the afternoon with my granddaughters. Time with them always lifts my flagging spirits.
My duties today included picking Sophia up from school and getting her to Tae Kwon Do. Upon arrival Mom informed me she would call the Tae Kwon Do Master to let him know that Sophia’s grandmother was going to be bringing her and might need a little assistance with the new sparring equipment.
I have such a kind daughter! She knows how much I struggle with anything slightly mechanically complex.
That could involve anything from opening a package without utterly destroying it or putting contents back into an original box, to figuring out how to put batteries in any one of the many items of equipment we all need to survive. Rolling up a hose is impossible for me. I’ve given up on that one.
I need written directions for anything. Don’t give me a map or a chart, my brain doesn’t work well that way.
So getting Sophia all decked-out in multi-layer sparring gear was indeed one of my fears. I didn’t say a word about my concern, but Aimee must have had the same sense that this was asking too much.
While we ate a little lunch, she called and had a very polite and reassuring conversation with one of the instructors. I was guaranteed assistance.
But I couldn’t help but wonder what the phone call would have been had I not been sitting right there? I think it may have gone something like this:
“Hello, this is Sophia’s mom. Yes, she’ll be at practice today, but her grandmother will be bringing her. I thought I had better call in advance and warn you about that.
You see, my mother has a lot of trouble with items of clothing that don’t look precisely like the body part they are intended to protect. Yes, I know they are pretty self-explanatory, but I am quite sure she won’t be able to tell the difference between shin guards and elbow pads. Yes, one is longer. I don’t think that’s quite enough. Perhaps if you’d color coded them.
And the helmet? You’ll need to help her with that, too. You should see how she struggles with just putting the helmets on the girls for their bikes. Yes, you’d think that’s quite obvious, too, but there’s something about the shape of the helmets that seems to throw her. She thinks they look upside down. And those bike helmets even have Dora the Explorer on the front. You’d think that would be a pretty strong visual cue, wouldn’t you?
How long do you think we had to put the stroller up for her every time she came when the girls were babies? She needs a lot of help. She is notoriously un-handy when it comes to anything with moving parts.
I thought I’d better give you a heads-up. She doesn’t immediately look that inept. But you watch her! She’ll be looking at every other parent outfitting their child and she’ll try to copy what they’re doing, but when it gets to lacing up that chest guard she’s never going to be able to keep up. She was almost late for soccer practice the other day because she couldn’t figure out how to get the shin guards on and still get Sophia’s foot in the shoe.
Will you please help her? She spends hours on the freeway each week so that she can be with the girls, and I think maybe it’s negatively affected her ability to process. I’d prefer she not know how worried about her I am, so if you could just quietly help? Thank you.”
I’m sure it would have gone something like that. And I did muddle through, yes, needing help. Lots of it! But we had a good time, and I’m amazed at how our little gal is progressing through the disciplines of Tae Kwon Do. Karina read her princess book and sang throughout the entire practice. There’s something for everyone!
It’s already the weekend in some parts of the world, and I still have my Friday night. I think it’s time to watch something fairly mindless on Netflix.
Let’s all rest…and stay cool! Oh please!