Random thoughts

The moon is gold tonight. It’s not quite full. Someone took a sliver of cheese for a snack.
The air is heavy. Cloying. Thick with the scent of honeysuckle and roses.
The dry weather must suit rose bushes because blossoms cascade like wedding bouquets twined with green leaves and the wild honeysuckle.
Pink petals adorn the fresh-cut grass beneath the tallest of the rose bushes.
It reminds me of when my brother and I were kids and we would have snowball fights in the spring with the round blooms off the snowball bush. Our snowball bush had white blooms. If you waited until the blossoms were older the shower of flowers was much more dramatic during the snowball battle. But I was a kid and waiting was not really an option. On the other hand, the young flowers stayed together longer and you could reuse the snowballs.
Hard to believe tomorrow is June 1.
Sometimes, if I close my eyes and shut out the sounds around me, I can remember what it felt like to be a child anticipating the last day of school.
The last week of school was wonderful. If there was time left at the end of class, teachers would break their strict regimen and do fun stuff. If you looked at them real close, you could almost see the real person inside the teacher.
Remember how weird it was to run into your teacher in the grocery store and see them in jeans?
When the Ump talks about his students I try to imagine what it would be like to be in his class. I think I would be one of those kids that he would make him shake his head. Math always intrigued me, but it eluded me as well. My brain always took the wrong road.
Those last days of school were magical. And then there was summer. Three months off.
In a conversation the other day I recalled that when we were young my brother and I spent the entire summer outside. On our bikes. In the yard. We came in for lunch and dinner.
There were no video games. We had no VCR or computer. Heck, we only had one TV and I don’t recall watching anything except Days of Our Lives if it was on when I came in to have lunch.
If you played outside until dark, then it was pretty much time to go to bed when you came inside.
I just looked at the moon again. I think it is a full moon. The sliver was replaced. Probably a passing cloud.
Even though I live in the heart of town, I can hear the steady rush of cars and trucks on the Interstate. Noise as continuous, but not nearly as soothing, as ocean waves.
Major just came in to see what I am doing and licked me on the leg, then butted my typing hand with his head. I rubbed his forehead and scratched behind his ears and he went away satisfied. Dogs are so easy to please.
I think it’s time for bed. The Ump had a game tonight and will be in a little late. Hope his classes are behaving well tomorrow because he may be a grumpy Ump who’s had too little sleep.
Good night, friends.