Juicing

I instantly thought of summer days long ago when boredom was lurking, and kids were little and twitchy as the minutes sometimes crawled. Luckily, I had always kept a few things in my bag of tricks to cure monotony, one was the performance of a dutiful device, an electric juicer. I’d take out a sack of oranges and this fancy juicer and some little fellows would take turns juicing. I had a little wooden stool to scoot up against the cabinet and their chucky little legs would hang from the seat as they had their turn turning navel oranges into a summer brew. The time passed, the oranges juiced, the rinds went into the compost bowl and the boredom was dispersed.