I was up pretty early on Saturday morning. I don’t know why. I was wide awake at 6 am on a weekend morning; I’m not even awake at that hour on a work day! But there I was, doing the chicken-on-a-spit routine, unable to fall back asleep.
I finally got out of bed around 7:30. Even then I felt stupid. Who gets up at that hour when they don’t have to? Seniors, that’s who. My own mother. I do not. But I did on Saturday.
It was actually rather nice. All was quiet in the neighbourhood, the sun was just starting to glow in the eastern sky, I was snug and cozy in front of my laptop, sipping my first café au lait of the day and nibbling on a cinnamon-raisin English muffin. As I checked emails and blogs, I mentally planned my day. I needed to get some laundry done, the house badly needed vacuuming and dusting, my Christmas stuff needed to come out of storage, and I wanted to put up my outdoor lights if the weather held.
Gradually, I became aware that the sun was fully up. I opened the kitchen blinds. I made myself another café au lait. Then I noticed the sound.
A regular thump-thump-thump. Rhythmic, even. Somewhere outside. I heard it for a while, then I didn’t. Then it started again. Then it stopped briefly. Again it thumped. It seemed to be pretty near to my house.
It really sounded like a bouncing ball, I eventually deduced. Wait – a bouncing ball? What the … I went to the living room window.
O – kay. It was some stupid kid. He looked to be about 13. He was bouncing a frickin’ basketball and trying to shoot baskets in a stupid portable basketball hoop. The same stupid portable basketball hoop that some stupid people who used to live across the street from me neglected to take with them when they moved about two years ago. The same stupid portable basketball hoop that now mostly sits, unused, next to the house in which those stupid people used to live – which is across my driveway. And this stupid kid, whom I had never seen before, had discovered this thing and dragged it out into the middle of this driveway, which is shared by three houses, and was now practicing shooting hoops.
At eight-bloody-thirty on a Saturday morning.
Seriously, didn’t he have any anime to watch or any video games to play? Why was he even UP yet? And why didn’t he take that stupid basketball hoop over in front of HIS house?
So much for my tranquil morning.
And interestingly, it’s now just after 7 pm on a Monday evening. He’s out there again as I type this, shooting baskets in the dark.