If you’re lucky, you live in a neighborhood where boys in their mid-to-late teens abound. No, you never touch them, but it’s fun to watch them run around with their shirts off, playing basketball, washing their family car, or doing yard work.
I lived in a neighborhood like that for many years, and I knew all the boys in the area. Most were good kids. They knew my partner and I were gay, but they treated us with respect and we reciprocated. Ah, the good old days ….
I have a busy day ahead of me. My front porch is screened. It’s not large, maybe six feet by twelve feet, with a porch swing. It’s a nice place to sit in the evening when things are quiet. But the porch ha snot been painted in probably eight years and it’s looking grungy, so today I will begin the process of cleaning the porch and then painting it. The worst part of all that is putting masking tape on all of the screen frames; it takes forever and also involves lots of kneeling and bending, which neither my knees nor my back like. I’ll be sore by the end of the day for certain, but this is a job I have putt off for a long time, and today is the perfect day to get things started.
Wish me luck, friends. And have a wonderful Saturday, wherever you might be today.