Saturday found me on the road North to watch granddaughter, Jacey play soccer in Puyallup. (It is pronounced ‘Pew al lup’ as I learned after Jacey quit laughing from my mispronouncing of it).
|Jacey is the tall one in the back row, second from the left.|
Jacey went up to her mom's (in ) the night before so she could be on the field on time.
The soccer field in Puyallup is two hours away from the hovel if the traffic is good, it was not, there is road work going on in the N bound lanes. So what should have taken two hours to drive, took nearly three. Still I did get to see most of Jacey's game.
As I was watching her race down field, I had an epiphany of sorts. Each of my grandkids has an individual style of movement, and I can tell each one from a distance within a pack of kids. Is this a skill set that just comes to grandparents, or is it developed via years of watching them from the time they were babies?
On the journey back to the hovel I got a better look at one of the roadside attractions. I'm inexplicably drawn to old things, lol. There was no time for me to stop and take photos, but I did find some recent photos online. Next time I'm up that way, I want to stop and get a closer look-see...