Not an original title, I'm sorry to say. M reported it to me as a bumper sticker glimpsed on the way home. Works for me, though.
Out on the block little noises and a basketball bomping out its distinctive call, now that the rain has abated temporarily. The occasional parent comes down the hill with the family dog to check on the players. All is well. The parents should just use me as the town crier — the basketball hoop is directly across the street from my eyrie and I could radio in any foul play. The sun is setting, but there is plenty of hoop time left...really.
Spaghetti and faux meatballs tonight for dinner. Now how's that for partying? Late Sunday afternoon/evening has always been a favorite time of mine. It may stem from the days when Masterpiece Theater loomed at 9 p.m., but I think it is also because that afternoon was a slow one, with some room for creativity and reflection, a pick-up supper (family-speak), maybe tea in the late afternoon, books, a fire. And it helped that I was a kid who loved school and didn't care that Monday was just a few hours away. School + Masterpiece Theater! Now that's real partying!
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