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Friday, June 22, 2012

School is Out !!


School has now been out for a couple of weeks. Some neighborhoods are filled with the sounds of children laughing and hollering. They ride bikes, trikes, scooters and skateboards. There are basketballs being bounced ... soccer balls being kicked ... baseballs being slammed into the air (which hopefully will avoid landing, as they have in the past, in the middle of one of my windows). Small dramas are invented ... games designed ... pecking orders established and leaders defined.

Soon, kids will start summer school, go to Vacation Bible school, participate in community sponsored recreational programs, travel to camp or spend their days in scheduled activities provided by the local childcare center. Some kids will have their eyes glued (from dawn to dusk) to the TV, computer screen, cell phone or electronic game station. Others will be searching for ways to occupy their time (with some getting into mischief) and keeping themselves amused until parent, guardian or older sibling arrive home from work.

Right now, there appears to be a bit of a lull in the scheduled activities and programs of community organizations, local schools and churches.

And the kids who are running around outdoors all seem pretty doggone happy about having some time to play. They look a bit more rested than on the mornings when they waited for the school bus ... seem a lot more relaxed than they were at the end of each long week of school.

They look young.

Friday, June 8, 2012

The Rabbit Catcher



The other night, as I washed dishes, I happened to glance out the kitchen window and saw a small boy in my neighbor's yard. Slung over his shoulder was what appeared to be a mallet with a blue foam head. The boy walked with a pace that was slow and deliberate. Occasionally he'd dart off with mallet waving in the air.

Suddenly, he disappeared from view. On a hunch, I decided to look out the window facing MY back yard...

And there he was – clearly on the trail of a rabbit!

I decided to have a chat with him and discovered he was new to the neighborhood and wanted the rabbit for a pet. After we chatted about the perils of wild critter catching (which included my securing his promise to leave the rabbits alone), he asked me how old I was.

So I answered, "Probably about a grandma's age. Do you know how old that is?" 

I should know better.

And how did he reply? "Well. Pretty old. Between 60 and 100." 

So I responded, "Yep. I'm pretty close to that."