17 Steps to the Sun!
Today is a beautiful day outside. It is warm but not too hot and it feels like spring. But, since I live in "sunny California" we really never got much of a winter as in rain. That explains why we have been in a drought for the past 4 years or so. We never had a bad winter this year or last year either. It is sunny and warm and the flowers never stopped their bloom.
I am making headway in the mountains of paperwork that is mounting on my desk. Most of it concerns my mom. So, I was sitting here signing and reading stuff and reading and signing and trying to make sense of this and that and then I drew open the curtains and noticed something that I hadn't noticed before. I saw kids, little kids, no older then 4 outside playing in the parking lot/backyard. Some of the residents call it a backyard because sometimes kids go back there to play but it is definitely a parking lot because cars park back there. There is a tree back there that once held a swing on one of his branches and a ball that one of the kids probably had that is flat by the tree and there is a grassy area that surrounds the lone tree. I had imagined that a long time ago it probably was nice back there. I can see where there would be a park-like place for kids to play whom lived in the building. In my imagination there were two swings on the tree, a sandbox where the kids could play and a slide where they could slide down. Maybe even a swing set standing alone back there too. I thought about all the kids who were laughing and playing and the adults standing around watching and chatting to each other. I also envisioned a big red picnic table with a long matching bench where you could sit and eat lunch.
When I first moved here, it was not a parking lot really. It was just a lot. No cars really parked back there and some of the neighbors used it as a place for their celebrations like kids birthday parties. They would rent bouncy houses and pull out tables and chairs and food and sing the happy birthday song. I think that in the first year I moved here I heard the happy birthday song at least twice every month. But, then that all changed about a couple of years later when it was turned into a parking lot. My guess would be so that the landlord could charge for off street parking which is a precious commodity around here.
So, I was sitting looking out of the window at the kids riding all the little riding toys that are left by the tree during the daytime and it made me smile. It also made me get up and convince my mom that it was too nice of a day just to sit inside all day long that we needed to take a walk. She can't really walk very far because of her stroke but she is a feisty woman and determined to get back to her "normal" so she agreed and together we walked down the 17 stairs and walked to the corner and back letting the sun kiss our faces like two little kids.
I am making headway in the mountains of paperwork that is mounting on my desk. Most of it concerns my mom. So, I was sitting here signing and reading stuff and reading and signing and trying to make sense of this and that and then I drew open the curtains and noticed something that I hadn't noticed before. I saw kids, little kids, no older then 4 outside playing in the parking lot/backyard. Some of the residents call it a backyard because sometimes kids go back there to play but it is definitely a parking lot because cars park back there. There is a tree back there that once held a swing on one of his branches and a ball that one of the kids probably had that is flat by the tree and there is a grassy area that surrounds the lone tree. I had imagined that a long time ago it probably was nice back there. I can see where there would be a park-like place for kids to play whom lived in the building. In my imagination there were two swings on the tree, a sandbox where the kids could play and a slide where they could slide down. Maybe even a swing set standing alone back there too. I thought about all the kids who were laughing and playing and the adults standing around watching and chatting to each other. I also envisioned a big red picnic table with a long matching bench where you could sit and eat lunch.
When I first moved here, it was not a parking lot really. It was just a lot. No cars really parked back there and some of the neighbors used it as a place for their celebrations like kids birthday parties. They would rent bouncy houses and pull out tables and chairs and food and sing the happy birthday song. I think that in the first year I moved here I heard the happy birthday song at least twice every month. But, then that all changed about a couple of years later when it was turned into a parking lot. My guess would be so that the landlord could charge for off street parking which is a precious commodity around here.
So, I was sitting looking out of the window at the kids riding all the little riding toys that are left by the tree during the daytime and it made me smile. It also made me get up and convince my mom that it was too nice of a day just to sit inside all day long that we needed to take a walk. She can't really walk very far because of her stroke but she is a feisty woman and determined to get back to her "normal" so she agreed and together we walked down the 17 stairs and walked to the corner and back letting the sun kiss our faces like two little kids.
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