In the Dark of Night

*Any house/apartment with power is not totally dark when the lights are out. There are dots of blue, green, red, and yellow from microwaves, coffee makers, stoves, digital clocks, computers, printers, cable devices, smoke detectors, etc. The glow from streetlights edge around the window blinds and curtains, mimicking dawn. Sound-wise, the hands on quartz clocks tick off the seconds, grandfather clocks tock the hours, refrigerators hum or whir, HVAC units whoosh on/off, and sleepers snore. Outside creatures shuffle, screech, meow, or bark, while maybe a train will whistle or clack along. But the dark of night holds magic, too, for the shadows are so deep with just a sliver of moon and things may not be what they seem. Imagination can induce a shiver of fear…BOO!

*Unlike previous years, we watched the World Series this year. It was pretty exciting, as far as baseball goes. We were rooting for the Rangers, not because we live in Texas, but because they have never won the WS – not even when Nolan Ryan pitched. Mostly we watched it because there wasn’t anything else on – even Monday night’s football game was unappealing. Perhaps because the networks realized too many people would be too engaged in the WS to watch their usual programs…Nonetheless, the Cardinals won for the 11th time and our interest in baseball will not peak again for another ten years or so.

*Halloween used to be such innocent fun. My siblings and I walked around our neighborhood, usually without a parent, in not too fancy costumes and held out paper grocery sacks for candy and other treats. But for the past thirty years, paranoia has unfunned Halloween. Now schools and churches have fall carnivals or October festivals with games and prizes to entice children and their parents away from walking the streets for treats. Because a few horrible people, back in the 60’s/70’s, devised dangerous/deadly handouts, only wrapped candy became acceptable – not popcorn balls or candied/caramel apples or anything homemade. The word “magic” was deleted from the holiday in certain places, and some people act like witches are real and should be feared. Give me a break! Halloween is about dressing up and having fun. It does not mean anything else.

*Yesterday was our 7-year-old grandson’s last Little League game of the short fall season. It was Ben’s first season and, six weeks ago, he did not have a clue what baseball was all about. He did not know about being thrown to, or how to bat, or how to run with that cup between his legs, or how to catch/throw the ball. In fact, he was petrified of being hit by the ball, rightly so as it turned out. However, they only practiced once a week, so how good could they get? Well, the last game was a 100% improvement over the first game. Several of the boys hit the ball and made it to 1st base, a couple scored. The team actually won two or three of their six games. Though Ben looked really good at bat, he still needs lots of practice on the fundamentals before the spring season begins, but he will be 8 by then and grandpa will work with him. 🙂 All-in-all, it’s not a bad way to spend an hour and a half on Saturdays.


About Cyranette

I have been writing since I was 11 and am now a grandmother of 9. Aside from my family, I love writing, reading, movies, gardening, genealogy, and travel. I met my soulmate online and we've been married 19 years. I am a survivor of rape, abuse, and cancer. I believe in love, kindness, and common sense. I was born/raised in Indiana and have lived in Massachusetts, Texas, and California. I have visited: most of the United States, British Columbia, Germany, Austria, and Costa Rica. My husband and I would like to visit England, Europe, and New Zealand and to take a train ride along the Canadian/American border. I have written essays, articles, short stories, a romance novel, a self-help book, and several children's books.
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