Domestic Moments, Life in the Fog Zone

Julia and I were up at dawn, and out into the cold, windy, wet morning and a drive across town to her soccer game. At the last minute Aidan came along to the park, and then lent his little sister his sweatshirt since she had forgotten hers.

Then I drove him to Glen Park where we had breakfast down the street from where he works. He took me into the upscale market, where he earns the minimum wage stocking produce, and he showed me all of the exotic fruits and vegetables he is learning the names of.

Back at the pitch I caught the second half of Julia's game. They were playing an older, better team but stayed close, losing 1-2. Julia was called for two fouls, and both times the opposing players rolled across the turf. They were marginal calls, but when a player "flops" they often get the call.

The other factor is during any such collision between two players these days, Julia tends to have a size and strength advantage.

She was playing with injuries -- a sprained ankle, which she wrapped, an injured toe, and a hurt calf -- but during the game she said they didn't bother her. (Adrenalin.)

Afterwards, she hugged some of her teammates and we returned home where I cooked sausages for her and Dylan.

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