I'm 2 weeks behind on blogs. There's been something different to do every day and sitting writing wasn't one of them. I have managed to bathe on a regular schedule and subbed yesterday so I've contributed something to society but I haven't had time to sit and think. Last night I got a taste of the 40s+ years so today finds me sitting. Just thinking.
The boys were at the field at practice so Mackenzie and I went to the back yard to work on her shooting. When she asked me to go my obvious first response was, "Me?" "Outside with a ball flying at me? "shut up and leave mommy alone" but that didn't come out of my mouth. I was shamed by a friend who just found herself widowed and caring for her 10-year-old son. She had been trying to practice with him in the back yard. She's working so hard to keep it all together and she was out there doing her late husband Mo's favorite job... she was training him and the stories were fun. So, having heard Pam's stories the day before, I ignored the warning bells in my head and said, "Of course. Let's go practice. You can shoot on me. I want to help".
She started slow on me and she shot and I blocked. Nothing heroic but I was stopping them. We joked about being a overweight goalkeeper over 40 and it was all good. The first one to take me down was a strong shot that hit my ankle. I went down faster than an Italian, Champions League contender. I flopped and cursed for a good 6 minutes off the clock but Holy Crap it hurt. I stopped when she talked about calling Scott on the field to come home - that would be a bad thing for anything but a major injury. She and I being so much alike we didn't really thinking about it being a bad idea to continue. She got her foot stuck in the net and was hopping around on one foot so, of course, I took a shot directly on her. Thank God I can't run and think at the same time so I missed her and she wriggled her foot out. I have no clue how she's such an athlete... she's a bull in a china shop on those legs that seem to grow an inch a day but she manages to run and swim and play soccer (well I don't know if she's doing this well because we haven't had a game yet).
I really don't remember the sequence of events after that. I know I shot and scored once and she shot and scored and we blocked some and did some foot work and then there was a break away (for most of my friends... a break away is when the ball gets loose down into the open field). So we went for it. Two ungraceful people were racing in the dark on an uneven back yard. I knew the ankles on my soccer pants were unzipped but had never really wondered WHY they zip in the first place... Soccer pants zip so there is no fabric to trip you. If your soccer pants are unzipped there is a chance your feet can get tangled in the fabric. Mackenzie said it was a large thud. I remember hearing her say "oh shit' but it was drown by whatever came out of my mouth. THEN she started saying "ohhhhhh now i'ma REALLY call dad now..." and I said "oh hell no you're not. I will be inside before he gets home" and then a whole bunch of dog butt fur because they were wrestling and landed on me and I said "oh *&%$ shoot me right here".
I got in before he came home. She iced down my shoulder (we are calling the move I made a pile driver). You know, she's a really awesome kid. Scott's first words were "You know sweetie, you're over 40 now".
This morning I felt like I was run over a few times. A little bruising but no bruise as bad as when Mackenzie told me this morning what she felt. She said she blames herself because she should have know to bring me in at dusk. Welcome to my secondlife - over and down the hill. I didn't take a photo so here is what I wish I'd looked like when it happened but I'm sure it was ungraceful AND unappealing.
this is her - doing a headstand
So anyway, mama's moving but moving slow this morning and I don't think Kenzie will ever let me go out and play again :-(
On the positive side... the cutest boy in the world took lovely care of me so there's that. Oh and we got a puppy from Humane Society but more on her later. I'm sure this will be fun.