Being Part of Neighborhood
While finishing a late lunch yesterday, my door bell rang. I could not get there as fast as I wanted, but I'm sure the cat that was sitting in front of the storm door peering out did. What I walked up to see was two young boys on my sidewalk, pointing to a snake on my porch.
Our own internal optimism or pessimisim color everything in our world. When I saw this snake, and the boys on my sidewalk, I immediately thought, "Oh, isn't that nice. These boys are warning me about a snake."
Not so much. The young boy in the cast had thrown the fake snake on my porch to scare me, but the cast on his leg didn't make for a quick getaway. Meanwhile, the older boy, was there to tattle on him and warn me that it wasn't real.
I know these kids. Mom of the young one was embarassed and apologized. No apology necessary. Being part of the neighborhood is priceless. You get to be part of the hijinx on days like yesterday. A welcome diversion from anything else going on in the world if you ask me.