Our next-door neighbors had several parties last weekend and as I walked by an upstairs window, I could somewhat make out quite a few items strewn across their backyard lawn. I can’t see well enough to discern what it all was so I grabbed a pair of binoculars we keep in our spare bedroom for bird feeder and bird bath watching, and focused the lenses. I was then able to recognize a cooler, their fire pit, a lawn mower, children’s bicycles and chairs. There were other things I probably could not have identified with 20/20 sight.
As I did one last sweep of the perimeter, I realized with shock, a little disgust and a smidgen of amusement that somewhere along the way I stopped being a woman with magical powers and became Mrs. Kravitz.
