I remember being the mother of small children. I remember going absolutely nuts when the slightly older girl next door through a rock at #1 Son, then about age 5 or 6, missed, then picked it up and threw it again, hitting him, right in front of me, as if the presence of a mother meant nothing.
I remember this.
And therefore I hesitate to ask anyone about the orange traffic cone placed on the manhole cover right in front of my driveway.
I first noticed it as I was coming home the other day. I had to swing wide around it to get into my driveway, and frankly it could not be more awkwardly placed. I also noticed a group of mothers and young children in the street up ahead with four little bicycles lined up in a row. Pure Luck tells me that one of the young boys, in particular, has been using the traffic cone as a point at which to circle. I'm sure these little ones, who are all five and under, are being supervised, unlike some of the dogs on our street. I understand the desire to make the most of our short summer by being outside, and I believe that bike-riding is a wholesome pursuit for the young.
One of the difficulties of my current medical condition is turning the steering wheel, so perhaps I am over-reacting. Since I don't actually know which family placed the cone on the manhole cover, I cannot return it to its home. Anyway, Pure Luck is ready to "move the cone," which I believe means make it disappear, and that does not feel like a solution, either, though I appreciate his desire to respond to my complaint.
Sometimes I like the idea of living at the end of a dirt road.
Turning into a cranky old lady-ishly,