Chris, Maxine and I went over to some friends’ house for dinner this evening while Edwin took the car and met friends at their old middle school to enjoy the Harvest Festival and see some familiar faces. After catching up with a few teachers and checking out the repainted and reconfigured lobby area (they disapproved of the stripes), they walked to Clarendon for dinner. Later, they would walk back, and Edwin would drive back home. At first, I was nervous whenever he took the car out and tracked his every move from my phone. Now, I’m thinking it’s pretty nice not having to shuttle him around town.
Meanwhile, up at our friends’ house, their son, whom I’ve known since he was born, traipses in with about six of his friends, all hungry and very tall. They had been out playing soccer and worked up quite an appetite. After they scarfed up all the remaining food and offered deep-voiced expressions of gratitude, they were off again into the night.
It’s kind of disorienting to look up one day and find these boys have now turned into young men.
My Corner of the Village 