A good weekend

Thank you all for the winning wishes for the girls, and for the cheers. (I particularly liked the cheer: Run, feet, run! I used it all day on Saturday, so thank you.) We started our day on Saturday at 7:30 in the morning at Older Daughter's game, and ended it at 8:30 that night when Younger Daughter finally finished her last game and signed her teammates' jerseys. They both played hard, and we cheered hard, but neither of them made it to the semi-finals. It was a real disappointment to Older Daughter in particular, as she's worked hard this year, and gotten a lot better at her position.
I think that Sunday morning, though (when at 8:30, we were at home in our jammies, Rick and I drinking coffee from real mugs and the girls making pancakes, instead of sitting on a cold soccer field), took some of the sting out of it. I was proud of them; they played hard, and they both learned a lot this season (and neither of them would ever think of playing like this; you should check out that footage if you get a chance -- anyone who says that women don't get physical or rough hasn't watched women's soccer). I actually think that both of them did some of their best playing in these last games, which is how a season should end.
I knitted. A lot. It helps to keep me from turning into some kind of psycho mom, yelling at the ref (or the girls who get a bit free with the ol' elbows) from the sidelines. I have encountered a number of parents (and several coaches) who really ought to learn how to knit in order to work out some of their control issues in a more socially acceptable format. They yelled and hollered (and one parent almost got asked to leave the game), and one coach was so frustrated that he kicked a ball behind him in a fit of pique and nailed one of our team's players with it as she was sitting on the sideline (not our coach -- he was awesome); I finished the back of the new version of Elektra instead, which seems much more productive to me.
I reworked the colors (I don't have a picture for you right now, as it's night, and the colors just don't turn out well in the dark), and I am so much happier with them, I can't tell you. Now that the ripping is over, the reworking is making me very happy, which I suppose means that a) I did the right thing in ripping it out (as if we didn't all know that), b) that this yarn is absolutely fabulous, the colors and the way it feels are just about as happy as it gets, and c) that I am still feeling so overwhelmed with the rest of my life that knitting garter stitch continues to be a really good thing. I'm on my way with the first sleeve, I have a plan for the colors that I think will work with the amount of yarn I have left, and I have high hopes of finishing this reknit in a reasonable amount of time.

But tonight, I'm taking Older Daughter to her first real (e.g. not for kids) yoga class. She's been asking for ages, and now that soccer season is over, it seems like the right time both for her and for me. Given how much reworking of what my body knows about yoga I need to do to be able to practice again after the back surgery, she and I will both be perfectly placed in a yoga basics class.