Pepole Watching and Bulbs

Just a moment ago, I was sitting on my porch sipping coffee and people watching 

(As I am well hidden on my porch in my black sweater).

Two little kids with rusty, old metal pipes came 

into my view. The little boy was struggling with jamming the pipe in his

bike so that he didn't have to carry it.

This made me really nervous, as the end facing outward was

very sharp. I ended up saying a silent prayer 

for safety over the little ones with their sharp rusty, old poles. 

The two were joined by a third on a bike

just as the little boy had finished pounding his pole into

his bike with his friends weapon.

They were soon out of view as they scampered off on whatever their

mission was (I did hear the third child ask if something was found, which the answer to was 

no).

All the while, the guy whose house the little kids had stopped 

infront of, was watering his grass quietly. 

Soon, another man came out of the house of the lawn guy,

and rode away on roller blades, with to boxers on leashes (he does this frequently).

A random survey guy muttering to himself and searching out

a new house to make his victim (no doubt he was muttering about how 

no one takes his survey, and how he wish he

were home with some homemade bread and soup).

Then I happened to look up at our porch light,

it is such a gross color:

a brownish orange that fades into a sickly yellow towards the top

of the bulb. How gross. Is it discolored from age?

Or did the previous occupants in this house actually pay money

for such an ugly bulb. I never did understand those yellow bulbs. They make everyone

look a sickly yellow,

and make every shadow a lurking preditor. They should be

banned from every store,

and made completely unavailable to anyone. No one should buy those

gross things (nor the bluish ones either. Those ones make even the prettiest person look

not quite so pretty. Though the color of the light itself is lovely).