i jumped quickly up to check
since it sounded to my mama’s ears
like something had fallen badly down the stairs to the 2nd floor.
instead, i find that my 7 & 8 yr olds
are throwing superballs,
by the handful,
down the stairway to watch them hit the half dutch door at the bottom
and bounce about in the dead end created by it.
(aka: mostly controlled chaos).
but, how unlikely,
as in ‘you couldn’t do that again if you tried’,
is it that one brightly colored ball with a mind of its own
would have bounded down, strick bottom, and then flew at the exact angle
to land specifically like this?
i find this funny, since today ‘x’ definitely marks the spot
where you will mostly find me
catching up on what has backed up during my time at the ocean.
post vacay, i’m relaxed and refreshed and ready to have at it.
on top of that, now i’m laughing
so it’s all good.