My boys are getting to be adults, and yet…. We have balls scattered around the fields of Nogglestead.
It was worse a couple of weekends ago; they had a friend over and played a variety of lightweight sports in the yard, including football and wiffleball. So I had to bring in a couple of gloves before the rain, and some equipment and/or the lightly-weighted professional folder that the oldest is supposed to be giving away to businesses about the company he is doing business development for…. That might have gotten blown away in the storms.
Ah, someday, and very soon now, they will be gone, and things will be where we leave them, and balls will not inexplicably erupt in various locations.
But, also perhaps soon, grandchildren might have the same effect.
Heaven help me (too late), but I suspect I will be a better grandfather than father. Although if my boys produce girls, who knows? I do not have experience with them.
