Happy sounds

Last week as the school system's fall break. Since I live across the street from the elementary school playground, I couldn't help noticing. If I have the window in my home office open, I hear the sound of children laughing and playing all day. Last week, the only sounds I heard were much lighter traffic noises and the rumble of big farm equipment. It felt strange. I really missed the kids. I like having that happy noise in the background. There are three girls on the swing set now, and one of them is almost over the top. Beside them is a much smaller girl who keeps running up to a swing and belly diving onto the seat. There's a messy, unruly gaggle of kids on the platform at the top of the slide. Ooh, one kid just jumped off.

The last few days have had me hip deep in paperwork, still resolving some of the business issues of widowhood. I've had a cat with diarrhea. I think the weeds in my back yard may be kin to Little Shop of Horror's Seymour, and my lawn mower is in the shop.

Oh, I'm definitely glad the kids are back in school. I think I may be addicted to playground noises, and for this no rehab is needed. No, no, no.