Soccer And Beautiful Children And Also, Young Whippersnappers

Today was Maggie's last soccer game of the season. See her there on the right? She is the tallest person on the team and the only girl. Oh, these Moon genes. We had a good time watching her in the early afternoon. The weather was perfect, cool, sunny, but not cold. Lily, Lauren, Jason, and Maggie's other grandmother were all there. Owen joined us after he got off work and Gibson is with his best bud on a lake weekend with his friend's family. Our girl played goalie for half the game and did very well there. We were proud! So was she. 

Since it was the last game, the kids got medals and pizza and cold drinks. We adults, however, got nothing so you know us- we all went out to lunch. At a Mexican restaurant! Well, Jason and his mother couldn't make it but the rest of us did. Honestly, we really shouldn't have. Not Mr. Moon and me, anyway. We have about a gallon of soup here at home to eat. But it was more about hanging out with sweeties than eating and we will eat leftovers tonight. 

The requisite Owen-Boppy picture.

He has gotten noticeably taller since the last time I saw him maybe a month ago. If that. I just love the way he has to lean way over to give me a hug and he always says, "I love you, Mer." 

"I love you too," I tell him. And you know I do.

Levon had a soccer game today too and Vergil sent us three little videos that another parent sent him of Levon scoring. Three times. One goal per video. That guy is a rocket. 

As I've said, the camellias here are just going insane. I went out a little while ago and picked a basketful and then I took their pictures.

And so it has been a good-enough day. Not one as easily lived as yesterday but few are. I think one of my favorite things about the whole day was simply watching the children run and kick and scramble around that field. They are so agile, so spry. 
Spry. Now is that an old lady word or not? 
Reminds me of a discussion that Steve and Jessie and I had wherein I was saying that I use the old lady card a lot and how much I hate it when young whippersnappers make me feel not only very old but very stupid when it comes to technological things and how I often give them my speech about how "When I was your age," which cracked up Jessie and Steve both. I said, "Now you know those words just immediately grab people's attention and make them want to hear exactly what you're going to say next." Which is the farthest thing from the truth but let's be real- I DO sometimes find myself saying "when I was your age" but not in a you-don't-know-how-lucky-you-are way but more in a technology is second nature to you so please be patient with us old folks way. We've had a lot to learn. 

Glen was telling me that when he was taking the boys to gymnastics the other day, he had the dashboard display screen on which shows a sort of map of where the car is and where it's going and August said, "I like the map to show the actual direction the car is going," and Glen said, "I do too." August then proceeded to direct him as to how to change the display so it would and that was that. 

Meanwhile, every time the home screen in my car manages to get changed from the display I like to a different one, it takes me at least fifteen minutes to relearn which fucking buttons to push on the steering wheel to give me my options and to select the ones I want. We wise old elders simply do not have the technological intuition that kids born after the technical revolution have. We're still brain-wired to the same technology that we learned when we had to turn the TV on manually and then change the channels with a dial. That to learn something we had to consult a dictionary or encyclopedia. That the idea of someone having a watch like Dick Tracy's that was also a video-phone was nothing but science fiction as out-there as flying cars. 
And where ARE the flying cars? Dammit. I want one.

I mean- microwave ovens were RADICAL to us. An ice maker in the refrigerator door was something only kings and movie stars had. A clock radio was a big damn deal. 

And so yes, we've had to learn and to adapt and even just to accept, which is probably the hardest thing of all. 

But here's the main thing that the people who make jokes about how their parents and grandparents can't figure out the remote have forgotten- they may know more about technology than we ever will and they can use it with ease while we have to think about it with our black and white brains that are still looking for the on/off switch BUT it was people who were even older than most of their grandparents who envisioned, invented, and created this world they live in where everything they need is literally at their fingertips, in their pockets. And they can thank us or they can curse us for that and sometimes I truly believe that cursing us would be the more sensible action but please- when we do need help with the remote, be kind to us. And always remember- we taught you how to wipe your own butts. 

So there is that. 

Love...Ms. Moon