Walking Maddie through the park when there are games being played on one or more fields, is a bit of a challenge. I’m usually focused on keeping her moving, with her head up and looking forward. That takes a ton of effort. Maddie doesn’t like people being behind her. It doesn’t matter if they are right behind her, or in the next block – if she can see them, they are a threat. She also doesn’t like the idea of a soccer ball being kicked, but not to her. She really doesn’t like it when people park on her path (the one that we walk on).
But, she really wanted to go into the park. To remind me, she did that lean-against-my-leg thing, as soon as her front paw touched the entrance driveway. I tired pushing back – I wanted to avoid the crowds – but Maddie was having none of it.
So, in addition to keeping her focused, I had to avoid the moms and dads who were running late (both games were underway). These fall into two camps, unhappy and looking for a parking space, and unhappy and looking for a discharge point. The kids are even more unhappy – they’re late, they didn’t get to start, the coach will be mad. Maybe they’ll have to stay and put the balls back in the bag. I don’t know, and I don’t know why, but there doesn’t seem to be enough happiness at these events.
Anyway, 250 words in, I guess it’s time to get to the one-liner. This is from a woman who turned in front of Maddie and me, close enough to cause Maddie to bark at her and for me to be startled. The van windows were down. She heard me complain, which would have been my one-liner, if I had a less family friendly blog and if I hadn’t heard:
“If you don’t stop complaining about your socks, I’m turning this car around and you’ll be sitting next to me in church instead of playing soccer.”
I’m going to play the old-man-card. I remember when going to church wasn’t a threat, it was a promise. A promise we kept with Jesus – every week. At least that’s how it was explained to me. Our church only had one service, and if you wanted to do something on Sunday, the answer was: “as long as it’s after church…”
I also remember when my brother slipped his glove over the end of a bat and walked to his Little League games. Unless my dad was coaching, a ride wasn’t guaranteed. I remember walking with him sometimes, because “go with your brother to his ballgame” was free babysitting. I remember riding my bike to the local park to play pick-up games with the neighborhood kids. No adult supervision required.
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s fun weekly series One-Liner Wednesday. You can follow this link to see the one-liners from the other participants. The event described happened several weeks ago.
Today’s gallery includes some additional fall foliage photos. Just enough to remind me that this is the best time to be in New England. There are also two (very short) videos for the Maddie fans. One is from four years ago, when Maddie first discovered autumn leaves. The other is from this past weekend, when she confirmed that she still likes them.
Maddie last weekend