Around here, we’ve been excited that Youngest Grand has a new football team. He didn’t play for a year and we missed seeing him on the field, finding his stride and learning what to do and when to do it.
After waiting for what seemed like months (ok, so it was weeks) the opening day arrived. Belle Debbie was here, riding out Irma and decided to go with us. YAY, these old folks were so excited to head to the ball field.
Home team was the far side of the field, so we loaded the chairs and figured the opposing team wouldn’t mind too much if we sat in their area, it’s easy to see that #MiracleMike can’t walk too far…….The nice lady at the gate let us pull all the way up so he didn’t have to trek across uneven grass and gravel to get to the field.
Chairs unloaded, Mike situated and all is well. UNTIL, I have to find a restroom. Like really find a restroom. You know what I mean, right? You reach a certain age and you just have to find it and use it NOW. No hesitation, you find it and use it.
I can’t run because if I do I will have an accident, I don’t know where they are but off I go, as close to a run as I can get………..
Ah! I see them, not far away at all. Thank goodness! I’m going to make it and it will be ok, I won’t embarrass the family, no one will have to get belligerent about anything because I WILL make it.
And then………here come the two other Grands, smiling to see me, ready for hugs. No time, have to go. I tell them “I’ll be right back, have to find the potty”.
Darn it! There are 4 doors here, I don’t know which one is which. Oh, the first one is the restroom! Great, I head in, noticing the rust, but it’s clean so again, it’s all good. I can handle a little rust, as long as everything is clean. Besides what choice do I have? Yeah, none.
As I finish taking care of things, I hear footsteps and then hear, well I am not sure what I am hearing, (actually I do know what I’m hearing, but so far out of I was expecting, my mind didn’t accept it) so I peek over the door…….there stands a man using a urinal. Yep, I’ve done something that in all my years I’ve never done. I’ve gone into the men’s room. What do I do? I stand there in the stall, very quietly, waiting, waiting, waiting, Good Lord, how much longer can he continue? Finally, he’s done. I hear him leave. Stand there in the ripening solitude a bit longer just to be sure, just to be safe. Ok, all’s clear. As I walk out the door, I give silent thanks that the other Grands have been distracted and the shirts ordered for our team aren’t in yet. No one knows who I belong too. Youngest Grand won’t have to endure teasing from the other kids because his Grams used the men’s room. WHEW!!!
Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now. So grab a cup and check out what everyone else is talking about this month~
My words are: new ~ old ~ ripening ~ rust ~ belligerent ~ solitude
They were submitted by: http://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
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