Rainy day. Clouds cover the snow capped San Gabriel mountains. A car passes by. Honks the horn and waits for the kids to lock the door. A few crows caw, but the children are still not ready. The hum of lawnmower grows to a steady roar. The horn blows again because the kids are playing around and Big Brother has a date to get to.
Its brisk again, while another car drives past. Door slams and the Big Brother's anxious voice could be heard with the door closed. It must have been awhile since he has seen his girlfriend. A couple of hours is my guess. Betting that the parents won't be home for a couple of hours so that time alone is being stalled by the deadline immune little ones. Their biggest care is the newest design for the Minecraft world. Gold ingots and zombies are his concern. Not the Sophomore cheerleader his older brother is trying to get to. In time, that may be the case, but the clouds are heavy and the downpour may begin again.
A knock on the door remains unanswered. From the looks out the window, its a salesperson of one nature. Perhaps its Hoover vacuums. They usually come by this time. They are only here one day and they are setting appointments for demonstrations. Usually, young college kids being hauled in white vans. I suspect there is something more nefarious in this tactic, but I try to give the benefit of the doubt. Knocking on some strangers door to vacuum their carpets is a bit more stressful than one would imagine. Such is the nature of sales.
Crows are still calling out. Not sure for what. Maybe looking for a mate. Maybe its a warning for other carrion considering invading their territory. Maybe its a song about the rain.
School is out soon. Winter break is just two days hence. Then for three weeks it will be home filled with joy and boredom. Nothing to do that brings a smile to face. Than Nothing to do that turns that smile upside down. It will be short lived. Soon the break will come to an end and that vacation will be shorter than what they ever imagined. If they have gumption to fill their days with stuff they like. If they hide away the time sucker, TV, then perhaps this ennui will pass.
TV has became a conduit to a better life. Excitement of NCIS. Funny Banter of the Newsroom. The endless jibber jabber of Professional football. People forget time is short and before too long these rainy days of causing our older brother headaches are what brings smiles to our face. We will forget the super fantastic castle we built on Mine Craft. We will forget those times working soul draining jobs like Hoover Vacuum appointment setters. We will enjoy the quiet sounds of the rain falling. The loving rain songs of crows on snow capped mountain day.
TV has its place.However, today, it belongs for something else. It belongs for those inane things that will bring smiles to our faces many years from now. Whether jumping on newly formed puddles with the nephew, whether its making croissant hot dogs in the oven, or whether its half-filled high school gym rooting for 121 lb wrestler to get a major decision against its cross town rival, Today, it belongs to making a story for my own show in my head. Today is for making my re-runs for tomorrow. So splash, smash, or gash, today is for today.
