I'd Dig In The Evening, All Over This Land

My, how the week has flown! I've been trying to be a good test-taking student again by studying for the GMAT during my free evenings this week. It's worked out marginally well, even though I'm being selfish and taking time out to post tonight.

But this will be a short post.

There have been a few kids around our apartment complex who, over the last few weeks, have been outside digging holes in our volleyball court every evening. Kids don't bother me, and it's funny to overhear them playing games that I would probably have come up with at their age, but Josh has also said they're out there for most of the day, as well. Don't they go to school? Are they home-schooled and their latest lesson is in sand-trench-digging? Occasionally, I'll come home from work and see a giant hole; other times, I'll see a raised sandbar disecting the court. Often there will be large sticks poking out everywhere.

I don't want to stifle budding young stick artists, but the Trench Diggers (as we so aptly have named them) might indirectly cause us some harm the next time we go out to play volleyball. Bump, set, spike... then fall into a giant hole that was covered by twigs and leaves. Then again, we've only played volleyball twice since we've been here, but I aim to fix that soon. I may wear shoes when I do, though - nothing says pain like a plastic shovel, pine cone, or stick jabbing your foot.