The birds are going crazy outside. They are jubilantly singing their little heads off. I am sitting in my parents apartment and it seems like I'm in a tree house. All the windows are open and the soft, wet breeze is carrying the songs of an array of my winged friends. Does it sound like I'm in a good mood? You're right, I just happen to be.
Here's a funny story from yesterday: There is a little boy named Ivan who lives next door, and is about 3 or 4 (not old enough to go to any kind of school, that's all I know). He is one boisterous kid. So, quite frequently we here Ivan outside screaming, talking to himself and others, wailing, sobbing, ( do you see a pattern here?) crashing things, etc. It is a little shocking at first, but sometimes I think the parents or whoever get so tired of his whining that they just leave him on the porch to have his boohoo-fest by himself (or with the rest of the neighborhood). Anway, I was sitting inside trying to read my book and, needless to say, getting an earful. So he kept hollering and finally I hollered back at him. He thought this was hilarious and had no way of knowing where I was. He yelled "who ARE you?" repeatedly, so finally I answered him. "This is SpongeBob" I yelled this after deciding it was not in good taste to yell "God, you better be good!" He didn't buy it so I went through my arsenal of kid characters, spiderman and scooby-doo. Then he yelled for me to come down and tried to entice me by informing me that he had easter eggs. Ooohh, when you put it that way, I thought. But then Jon decides to come in on our game and yells "this is the Easter bunny and I want my eggs back!"
Ahhh, the fun games to play when you're unemployed.
