Yep, just thinking

My neighbors are the Clicks. No, really. They live behind me, moved here from Oregon about eight years ago, I think. They have two boys, both in high school now.

I saw one of the boys run through the back yard tonight to let himself in the back door.

When the boys were younger, they had a trampoline in the back yard, and there was a lot of jumping, a lot of play. Friends over to jump and laugh and make noise. Now, no trampoline, no boys playing back there. I did see the older boy sitting on their deck with a girl one day last summer.

Of course, it made me think of our boys and our girls. Lots of play in the yards, back and front, at 722. A trampoline briefly, the homemade water slide, wiffle ball, being buried in the piles of autumn leaves, crack the whip--Andrew's broken collar bone to remember it by--and whatever else. Even a little back yard fun here, but mostly for grandchildren.

No point to make here. Just thinking.