The Final Woo

Tuesday night - Tonight's walk starts a bit later. At 11:30. This is not healthy. Or is it? I'm walking. I even speed it up a bit. But I should be sleeping. Why am I not sleeping? But I'm curious if PickleBall Club is at it again tonight, and of course they are, I can hear them clearly from my front yard. The house with the sad girl whose mom died is silent tonight. The air smells fresh for a minute, then I'm hit with a whiff of Roundup when I walk past one particular yard at the end of the street. This town loves Roundup. The chemical of choice for people who are obsessed with pristine lawns. I cross Salem Canal to the church parking lot, then across the grassy field to the fence. I watch them for a minute. By this point, it's quarter to midnight. They're younger folks. Teenagers? Early to mid 20s? They never sleep I guess. Neither did I at that age. Neither do I now. I start back. At 11:58, nearer my house, I hear one last WOO! and one last AURGHHH! coming from the pickleball court. Again, I'm walking quickly. Letting my fat just flow with me. I stop. My body is pulsating. Weird. What is happening. WOO! AURGHHH!