Today when I woke up there was snow on the ground. It melted by noon, but still, it’s April 16th for God’s sake.
Later when I left to go to the store, U2’s Beautiful Day was on the radio as soon as I got into the car. Not sure if that’s a local radio station’s idea of a sick joke, or if 43 and windy in mid-April is just the new normal.
Justin and Alex used to have a game they’d play on the way to daycare in the morning. Whenever they’d see a basketball hoop on someone’s driveway or at a park, they’d shout out, “There’s a hoop!” It was cute mostly because of the way Alex said it, with a long, almost Swedish Chef “ü” umlauted, accent on the “ooh” sound in hoop. “There’s-a-huupe!”
Justin came up with a new game this afternoon. “There’s a pot hole!”
I think at this point the pot holes outnumber the hoops by about two to one. And there are a lot of hoops in our very kid-centric neighborhood.
© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2011