What's Wrong With Me?

I swear there are days when I feel like I'm moving around in a fog.  I suppose the ole brain cells are going.  I'm reminded every now and again when I can't REMEMBER STUFF!  My day started out early.  Woke at 5 and couldn't go back to sleep so I got up.  Was making pretty good headway getting things done around here too.  Figured it was going to get hot again so I made an effort to throw on the steam and get done what I wanted to get done.

Painted a few rocks, watered my "maybe dying tree" for 20 minutes, tidied up the sewing room, and did some paperwork.  Ruthie was coming to town to watch her granddaughter's soccer game up at the college and asked me to come sit with her.  I had to go to Google maps to look up exactly where the field is up there but I found it easy enough.  I parked and then groaned as I saw how far I had to walk to the other side of the field where the spectators were.  I had my purse, my camera, my chair, and my walking stick.  I started trudging along and about a half block into my walk, I saw a handicap parking area a little closer than where I was parked so I went back to my car and moved there.

As I was walking along the path towards the spectators, I stopped to see if I could locate Ruth. I knew she'd be in front in her wheel chair but I couldn't spot her anywhere.  So.... back to my car I went. Figured she must have got delayed or something.  As I got close to the parking strip where I had originally parked, I got out to take one more long look across the field to make sure I wasn't missing her.  I had taken my binoculars out of the car last week (of course!) and I spotted what might have been her. Took a picture with my camera and zoomed way in.  Still wasn't sure as the wheel chair didn't quite look like a wheelchair.  I figured it must have been her, though, as another woman was sitting there by her. (caregiver)

They were in a little recessed area near the announcer's box as it was out of the sun.
Thank God!  It was way too hot to be sitting out there. Anyhow, I reparked my car and started hiking over.  Unfortunately, there were several teenage boys surrounding her and they didn't have any qualms about talking as loud as they wanted about anything they wanted to.  (yeah, I'm gettin' old and I know it)

Times do change. I'm pretty sure I heard the F word coming from the girls playing on the field.  That wouldn't have been tolerated "in my day!".  I asked Ruth what # her granddaughter was wearing and what color Gig Harbor was.  She must have said black 24 but I heard white 24.  This is where I know I'm losing it.  I focused over and over again on white 24. I zoomed in a lot of the shots and figured I'd pick one or two once I got home and saw what I had.  You can't really tell until you download on your computer.

I had Ruth's caregiver take one of me and Ruth. Why I don't know. I always look like my face is a foot wide.  But I keep trying. Figure sooner or later, some picture will show my true beauty.

I only stayed about a half hour. Too hot out there so I left at half time when they were on a break. Announcer suggested people go to the bookstore on campus to get snacks.  That was out, however, as the walk was too far.  Once I downloaded the pictures, I realized the white 24 girl I was trying to capture couldn't possibly be a Kvinsland.  I'd met Ruth's granddaughter before and seen her picture at Ruth's house so I was pretty sure I was focusing on the wrong team color.  Here's white 24 and ONE I accidentally got of black 24. (who definitely resembles her dad)

I took one more picture of Ruth as I was leaving and another of the field

By the time I got home, the temperature outside was getting hotter and I was ready to be home for the day.  Jenni and Sammy just left to go over to her rental across town. They have a/c there and she plans on spending the night.  I think I'll head to my recliner and take a short nap.

I ordered a drill, bits, and a dremel on Amazon this morning. Going to take a try at making jewelry and mobiles using the large supply of beach glass I have collected in a jar in the garage.

Here's a picture I got in an email today of my cousin Ann in Tacoma. She's sitting with her niece, Amanda and her new baby girl, Ashlin.