In The Music Man, Harold Hill asks town bad boy,
Tommy Djilas if he had ever done anything with perpetual motion. "I
almost had it once," replies Tommy.
Tommy needed to spend the day with Brianna. As I
watched her do laps around the house with the dog, Bandit, last night, I was
amazed that she was still going at top speed, showing no signs of tiredness.
For my part, I drove home at 9, collapsed in a chair and literally could not
move...and I hadn't really done anything but watch the girls much of
the day...and I had even taken a break mid-day for a nap.
I went over to Tom and Laurel's at around 10:00 for pancakes
and smoothies (banana, peanut butter, coconut water and "seeds") and then we
were off to the soccer field for the girls' last games. Though Bri is
one of the two shortest on her team she is fierce.
She even made a goal and her team lifted her up in triumph,.
Lacie, on the other hand, played some
...but really her heart wasn't in it today.
(note her shoes. The other girls have regulation
soccer shoes; Lacie is wearing shoes with a Frozen theme)
Tom is one of the coaches for Lacie's team and I marveled at
how patient he was with his team of 5 year olds, which include two kids with
"challenges."
After the games we went off to a restaurant for an awards
brunch, where the girls all signed each other's shirts as a farewell to the
season.
From there, the plan was to go to downtown Santa Barbara,
where the girls were participating in a "flashmob" of Michael Jackson's
"Thriller," in makeup. I had received a text from Alice Nan with
information about connecting to the internet and was anxious to try that.
I was also surprised at how tired I was just from sitting and watching the
two games! So I opted to come home, but from all reports, the flashmob
was a great success.
I was less successful at home, I could finally get
onto the internet, but with all of my attempts to use Joe's computer to get
onto sites, I screwed up passwords, apparently and it all seemed so
confusing that I decided to just skip trying to post Funny the World until I
got home. But I remembered that I could still post to Airy Persiflage,
so have been doing that.
I also started taming DirectTV, writing down the number of
the stations I visit most often so I don't have to scroll through 1000
stations to find one show I wanted to watch. I now have my own guide
and I am a happier camper.
Around 6:30, I went back to the house and found the whole
family preparing dinner in the kitchen.
(Bri had been standing next to Lacie just seconds before I
took this, peeling a carrot)
Bri may be the jock of the pair, but Lacie is the cook. Both
girls enjoy helping in the kitchen, but Lacie in particular loves making
food. In fact, she got her own set of tools for her birthday (which
had a "top chef" theme). When I arrived she was slicing vegetables for
the salad and then had her own pair of mini tongs to toss the salad.
Dinner was just a delight. Listening to the four of
them have real conversations brought joy to my heart. The girls are old
enough now to have their own opinions and unafraid to express them.
One big topic was "Cotillion." Laurel tells Bri that if she can't
improve her table manners, she will enroll her in Cotillion where she will
learn, among other things, how to behave politely at meals.
Bri reacts in horror and emphatically declares that she will
NOT go to Cotillion because she will have to dance with boys, her
face wrinkled in disgust. "Who would ever want to dance with a boy?
she asks.
It was impossible to get a picture of Bri playing tug of war
with Bandit, but I loved this picture I took of the two of them the night
before.
Imagine the two of them, each at opposite ends of a long
piece of cloth, running around and around and around.
It was bath time and then story time (they are on Book 3 of
the Harry Potter series) so I said goodbye and headed home. I hadn't
done anything all day but watch, but when I got to the house, I sat
in the recliner and literally could not move. I was asleep by 10:30.
Tomorrow we are to go on a hay ride and pick pumpkins.
"Good photo ops," Laurel tells me.
