It could have been the coffee cheese cake with hours of laughter and gossip with the girls. I remember the days when an even cup of coffee out on the patio with a cool spring chill in the air was nirvana. It could have been the neighbor. He tossed those hillbilly cones in my yard. He assumes they’re mine. I missed him last night to talk.
A faint rumble of a morning engine off in the distance. I dashed out the door dressed yet still wearing my robe. I jester. The window buzzes down. I asked, “Did you toss the cones in my yard yesterday?” Before it could go any further I hear, “I’m tired of this place looking like a ghetto. People are leaving their cones and parking everywhere. It makes this place look cheap.” Wow! He’s like a cranky old man going on 30. The chatter was cleared up but Wow! When did we stop talking to one another?
The day was a blur. Smog test, shopping, and tacos!
Yum! Movie time then bed time in the ghetto!