Alright then, today’s Neighborhood Week topic is “fun.”
Hmmm, well, whatever we are lacking in peace, we certainly make up for in the way of fun!
Seriously, we have a knack for making even the most ordinary of events extraordarily fun. (Shall I warn you now that I’m in a bit of a sarcastic mood?)
Case in point: my middle son (God love him – which is what you say in Texas, to precede something you probably shouldn’t say about someone, but are going to say anyhow) thought it would be “fun” to take off on his own in the grocery store, to have a look at some Halloween stuff. I reached for the cheddar, turned around, and he was gone. Complete panic ensued, until a dear, sweet woman with a little baby came around the corner with him, red faced and crying, at her side. I, of course, hugged him and told him never ever to leave again because it scares Mama, so badly.
I looked up and thanked the young mom, who then told me, in no uncertain terms, that I should, “really watch him more carefully.”
She probably thought I was an awful mother because I actually laughed outloud at this and said, “yes, I’ll get right on that.”
I’ve had loads of fun, ever since, thinking of all the ways that her little cherub will knock that confident smirk off her face over the next few years. Oh to be a new mom again, and think that you know everything. Hilarious good fun, that was.
It was fun too when the same child, yes, the middle child, came in from the backyard today with blood pouring out of his nose. He had been practicing circus tricks on the monkey bars while I made his lunch, and landed unceremoniously, nose to the dirt. Her words rang in my hears – I should really watch him more carefullly.
I don’t remember if she had a boy or a girl in her cart. I hope it was a boy. I think she needs a boy to lighten her up a little.
But I digress. This post is about where we find fun in our neighoborhood, not how we carry it everywhere we go, like a banner before us.
I asked my guys where we go for fun in our neigborhood, and they informed me that we ride bikes,
go to the park,
walk in the woods at one end of our street, or the creek at the other end, and catch bugs,
(we found this one today, and think it is on it’s way to becoming a Luna Moth, which is incredibly exciting to me. More on that, another time.)
As for me, I think that what makes our neighborhood fun is the simple fact that each house is as different as their inhabitants.
Our neighborhood is older, broken in, and seems to understand what that sweet, and no doubt well meaning young mom at the store, did not – try as you might to bring about conformity, sometimes people just are who they are. Our neigborhood is quirky, not perfectly manicured. There is no homeowners association to tell you when to put your trashcan away or what you can do in your backyard, or what color your mailbox should be.
For the most part, I love this about our neighborhood. It makes things interesting. It also makes them a little weird at times… but that falls under tomorrow’s title, I’m afraid.
For now, I’ll leave you with a little sneak peek of something that’s also fun:
Those are the beginnings of a little crafty project that I’m toyiing with.
Wishing you lots of fun and laughter, of the sort that doesn’t involve lost children or nosebleeds!