The other day, I was walking home from work.
I’ve changed my route slightly, to avoid the carnage that used to be my cathedral. I sometimes wonder if they’ve cleared the ‘Earthly remains’ from their yard – yet I still can’t gather the courage to walk past the sight of the worst mass murder in recent Waukesha history.
If you have NO idea what I’m talking about – welcome to the T&T. Trust me, it doesn’t always get this weird.
this is a ‘light’ day…
Here’s a little backstory for you…
I’ve taken to walking around the back of this school’s sports field. Most people ’round these parts would call it a football field, (Wisconsin: a beer state with a football problem), but as I don’t bleed Green & Gold during the fall/winter sports season, I’m just gonna call it an all-purpose ‘sweat till you melt’ field of athletic prowess.
My new favorite spot to stop and have a bit of fun is the outdoor play equipment behind the field-o-sweaty-dreams.
Not because I’m entering my second childhood or anything – but I stop and bounce a bit on the very rubberized ground cover for no other reason besides: IT’S SPRINGY!
Kids these days don’t appreciate that play equipment ‘back in the day’ was usually installed on nothing more than normal, everyday soil, packed rock hard by many, MANY feet.
I feel a curious desire to yell “Get off my LAWN’ right now…
After the brief bounce, I hop back on the (now very hard) sidewalk and continue making my way home.
Remember that ‘other day’ I mentioned at the beginning of the post?
I found something…disturbing…
There’s a little white speck on the pavement.
Walking a bit closer, I found…to my horror:
Charles Schwartz is rolling in his grave right now…ROLLING, I tell you!
I beat a hasty retreat from the site of yet another grizzly murder as fast as my legs could carry me (after I snapped the picture, of course!). No way I wanted to be tied into the brutal slaying of a beloved cartoon character.
Is it too early to watch “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving?” I love the bit when Snoopy tangled with the lawn chair…
As I’m walking down the street, all is serene. I’m guessing nobody’s reported the horrific crime yet…but then it dawns on me.
Back at the playground.
Let’s adjust the focus, here…
On one hand, I’m glad to see that he’s able to fend for himself, feed himself, and appears to be quite happy with his new life as a wild plastic shape-altering thingie…
They grow up so fast, don’t they?
But on the other hand…should I be concerned that he’s apparently turning cannibalistic?