Dear Diary,
Tonight when I got home from teaching a trumpet lesson, my neighbor was parked across from my house in the street and was talking to a couple of teenagers who were standing in the yard of the vacant lot next to ours. Neighbor came to talk to me while Neighbor's Wife continued to talk to the teenagers. Apparently, as it turns out, the kids were caught meandering behind the houses on the street, and behind ours in particular. Neighbor then told me to keep an eye out and informed me that he and Wife were confronting the kids right then.
A few minutes later when I had changed for my run, the kids were gone and neighbor was still parked and appeared to be on the phone. Then he left. About a mile into my run, Neighbor returned to the same spot, and shortly thereafter, a cop arrived as well. The two began to trapse around the houses next door, and then paused in my driveway to pick off the sandburs that had collected all over their legs. I stopped running to see what was happening.
"Are they still around?" I asked Neighbor. "No, they caught 'em," he said with a smile. But the commotion continued for another hour or so. What I eventually found out is that it's not the first time such a thing has occurred and that the police are now doing foot patrols through ours and other closeby neighborhoods. Amazingly, after having such criminal action take place (the kids were charged with trespassing and criminal mischief), I feel safer. But panic definitely took over when Neighbor first approached me with the situation. "Keep an eye out?" I thought. "As if I'm in a position to confront or arrest anyone?" "Where's my husband at times like these?" thought I.
But as it turns out, single as I am, and old as I feel these days, I do alright alone. I do just fine. I just want more than fine...
I wonder what (mischief) tomorrow holds...
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