almost home

My healthy plan of yesterday was thwarted within 50 feet of my house by a porch full of beer-swilling neighbours. Such is life in a neighbourhood where people actually talk to one another about things other than bylaw infractions. Much of the rest of the evening was spent playing among the broken trees in the neighbour's yard. Having skinned an elbow, splintered a finger, and felt the treetops brush against my head, I now get it completely. Now I hear a chainsaw outside taking care of business. It has to be done and, if I figure out where to stow these four kids I'm supposed to be supervising, I'll go over to help bury the dead.