A Young Person' Game

So Wifey and I just spent a lovely afternoon watching Baby Man -- D1 was off at a get together and left him with us. He's 2 years and 4 months, and a total delight. We fed him lunch, and he played, and then I took him on a wagon walk all through our 'hood -- the weather was perfect. We came across some peafowl -- and he counted to three. We found some small colorful lizards, and he repeated their names: "Agamas."

Wifey put on the Old School "Lady and the Tramp" and he watched parts of it -- while non stop playing with his dog Lemon, also left here, and Bo, the Special Needs Spaniel. Wifey started fading -- she was falling asleep on the couch, which she blamed more on lack of sleep than on the energy needed for the toddler.

We fed the fish and turtles, and then I offered a SECOND walk -- and as we headed back home, he was fading. I told him to lie down in the wagon -- he refused -- and we ran into D1 coming home. She changed him and they were off.

Indeed -- watching little one's is a young persons' game. I hope our friends who ARE destined to grandparenthood have it happen sooner than later -- I can imagine trying to run after little ones in my 70s -- probably won't be tenable.

Yesterday was the last Canes home game. Mirta arrived early, and we left for the stadium at 930. Mirta is far more tech savvy than I, and I reminded her to pull up the e ticket I had transferred to her. She said she had a photo of it. Oh no -- that doesn't work -- for obvious reasons (20 people claiming the same e ticket) you can only get scanned from the original transfer. I told Mirta to just put it into Apple Wallet. But she doesn't have an I phone, and apparently her phone updated a few days before. She spent the entire ride to the stadium trying to  find the working ticket. I told her not to stress -- we would tailgate, and if need be -- just leave and have lunch and watch the game on TV. Just as we arrived at the lot, she figured it out, and attended a great memorial tailgate thrown by Mike and Loni, in memory of Loni's Dad Don.

Loni called me to the car and gave me a hat with her Dad's number -- I wore it proudly, and some of the older guys in our section told me about early memories of the great player.

The Canes won in the second half, and we enjoyed catching up on the way home. 

And T Day week is here. We're planning to go to fetch Little Man Tuesday, and take him home with us for 2 days. D1 and Joey have that boy in non stop activities. I told her the pace would be different with us -- maybe we would do ONE thing, like the zoo, during our 48 hour stint. I expect it will be a fine time, and we'll bring him back to Miami Shores for the Big, Fat T Day party Thursday.

D1 turns 36 the day before, and we'll sing for her. The running joke is you DON'T want to be sung the Venezuelan Happy Birthday song -- it goes on for a solid 10 minutes. I think we'll stick to the tried and true gringo version..

Last night the temps dipped into the 50s -- I got some wood and was going to have my first firepit of the season, but I grew too tired. I think I may fire it up tonight, though the temps will be low 60s. I so enjoy sitting there, cup of herbal tea in hand, looking up at the evening trees, as Bruce sings, and giving thanks to the Big Man.

Tonight, the thanks will be about our grandsons, and the energy we still have to watch after them. Definitely a young persons' game.