The days are long and the years are short

mrmoosie is falling asleep on the couch. Emily is playing some sort of video game on the iPhone. There are several trucks on our street, one of which is digging up the asphalt of the street. There have been emergency no-parking signs there for a while, so this must be planned.

For a while there were cones suggesting that we couldn't get out or into this street, but they have been moved.

Emily is actually healthy. She will be performing in an ice skating show this afternoon. She's wearing red and pink.

Isn't he (or she) a beauty?

Last night I saw two fire trucks on our narrow dead-end road. I went outside to see the fire get something from my car. An elderly woman (who usually walks a little white dog) was standing on my sidewalk. She started calling for help. She walked up toward me, calling for help, saying that these weren't real police officers. A large group of uniformed men were following her up my sidewalk. One of them held her arm and she resisted a lot. I stepped a step at this point. One police officer told me to go inside and another one started questioning her about firearms. She told them that they were not really police officers, just actors. I went inside.

I guess that she has Alzheimer's and was out-of-control in some way. She lives with an elderly frail man (and the little white fluffy dog). He probably called the police on her if she had threatened him.

Of course, I don't know for sure, maybe someone hired two fire trucks, a fire SUV and three police cars, dressed at least eight men in our county's police uniforms and brought them all here to persecute this old lady. I don't think so, but if I am wrong, I totally did the wrong thing.

Ducklings were in our neighborhood last night. They were wandering from yard to yard and crossing the street. I stopped a car, so they could cross safely (like Micheal in Make Way for Ducklings). And I had 11-year-old girl neighbor (let's call her J), 6-year-old boy neighbor (M) and Emily "helping" me with them. They finally hid in the yard next to M's house (next to M lives 60-year-old man neighbor, R). Tim came home and I turned the whole problem over to him. All the kids were playing on M's swingset. Eventually, R and his dog went into backyard and the mommy duck wanted to come out and Tim and 6-year-old boy's father herded them into the woods toward the creek. Emily wanted to read "Make Way for Ducklings" this morning before school. So I speed-read it while DH got her ready. She has it on her lap to look at the pictures on her way to school.

J, M, Emily are turning into quite a gang. There are plenty of kids in the neighborhood, and the group adds on kids freely. There is a six-year-old girl (J2), another six-year-old (E), her four-year-old sister (A), that sometimes join in. Tim or I usually, but not always, are supervising. If E and A come, their mom, S, usually supervises them.