Well, it looks like the kids are all back in school.
Tuesday night was wild. There was so much excitement in the air with all the families having their last minute get-together before school began. There haven't been that many kids around all summer, then suddenly, like an army of cockroaches, they were swarming out of the backyards into the streets. The exasperation of their grandparents' voices could be heard as they called out to the little rascals, who were riding their tiny tyke vehicles in and out of the adults' motor vehicles that were parked in the driveway, to find out where they were.
What a relief it was when the mini-bike they were riding at top speed up and down the street ran out of gas. Not just because of the awful gasoline fumes that filled the air as they drove by, but more because of the fear that the children riding the mini-bike would be hit by one of the diesel engine trucks that was driving along the road. It's easy to see that no one here, except for me, is worried about curbing oil consumption, or their children being hit by oncoming vehicles for that matter.
A few hours later, after the grandchildren and their parents had left, all was quiet and it was almost as if the sigh of relief that the grandparents let out at their departure resounded throughout the night air.
As for me, when all was dark and quiet, I looked up at the starry night sky and gave thanks for my solitary life.
And then I saw a shooting star!
Good night.
