Spring is in the air and kids are in the streets. Adults are in the streets too. Some are jogging, some are walking, some are on bicycles. A few are accompanied by dogs, many of whom are fat and clumsy. The dogs, I mean. Well, some of the people are fat and clumsy too. Hey, did you ever think about what a silly word “too” is? Just look at it. T-o-o. Not only does it look silly, it sounds silly too. See, you just can’t get away from the damn thing. It looks silly, it sounds silly, and it’s often stuck at the very end of a sentence as if it’s trying to draw attention to itself. But I don’t think people really think about it too much. I’m trying to wean myself away from its use but it’s just no use. Maybe by putting brackets around the word I’ll remind myself how often I use it. I was OK just a minute ago until I started thinking about what a silly word it really is. I wish I hadn’t done that.
At any rate, my biking in the neighborhood has suddenly become more like riding through an obstacle course. Kids on bikes, kids on skateboards, kids on scooters, adults with dogs, adults jogging, adults on bikes. Those adults are the most dangerous, especially the old timers who are relearning how to stay on a bike without falling down. To top it off, the neighborhood is filling up with homes and there are more driveways with vehicles going in and out of them. It’s a jungle out there.
But I can deal with it. Just give me some sunshine and balmy weather and I can suffer all sorts of abuse. Too often we find too many things to complain about and too few things to be happy with. Too bad. We’d be better off if we didn’t have to have our cake and eat it too.