Good Monday morning. I trust everyone had a great weekend and are energized for the work week ahead.
What I’m Reading: Her Sister by Karen Rose Smith. This is book seven of her Search For Love series, but the first one I have tried. It is a romance with some mystery and suspense, and so far it is a good read.
What I’m Dismayed About: I read an article in The Dallas Morning News yesterday written by a woman who had a harrowing experience with Child Protective Services. Kari Anne Roy, an Austin writer who writes children’s books as KA Holt, had just returned from vacation and was inside her house sorting through mail when a neighbor knocked on her door. When Kari opened the door, she saw that the neighbor had Kari’s six-year-old son in hand. The neighbor was overly concerned about the boy being alone in the neighborhood park, which was in full view of Kari’s house and only 150 yards away.
The neighbor was convinced that this was a case of child neglect, so she called the police. What the neighbor didn’t know, and didn’t want to hear from Kari, is that the boy had been supervised by an older sister, who had just run home for a minute and that Kari’s children often played outside at the park without an adult on hand.
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While relating the sequence of events that led to the visit by Child Protective Services and the humiliating interviews she and her children were subjected to, Kari kept repeating “They (the kids) were just playing outside.” She was dismayed that children can’t “just play outside” like many of us did as kids, and I share that dismay. Her kids are now afraid to play outside. Not just because of stranger-danger, but for fear that the police will be called again.
You can read more about the impact this has had on the family on Kari’s blog, Haiku of the Day. The post was originally made on September 9th, and the comments opened an interesting discussion of child safety. Well worth a read.
What I’m Happy About: That I could feel fall in the air when I took my walk this morning. There is a certain crispness that heralds the coming of the colors on the trees, and I especially love this time of the year. That’s one reason that I loved Slim Randles post here last week, An Ode to Autumn.
Now For Some Fun: My sister sent me these jokes, and the second one made me laugh out loud.
I was with my wife at her high school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunk swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.
I asked her, “Do you know him?”
“Yes.” She sighed. “He’s my old boyfriend. He began drinking right after we split up years ago, and hasn’t been sober since.”
“My God!” I said, “Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?”
And then the fight started…
When our lawn mower broke my wife kept nagging me to get it fixed. But, I always had something else to take care of. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again, I handed her a toothbrush and said, “When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.”
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
Be honest, you laughed at that last joke, right?