I was just thinking how quiet a Saturday morning usually is around here. Two out of three kids are usually up before I am and well into their individual cyberworlds while the third one doesn't come up for air till noon. The husband is always busy on someone else's project trying to make some extra weekend cash and doesn't reappear around the house till late afternoon for lunch (or supper, depending on the time). When I finally do get up, my spot on the couch stays occupied with coffee-in-hand while I watch a couple of episodes of Raven and one of Hannah Montana (that's what we get for sticking to free tv courtesy of an antenna). Anyway, the point is the house is usually very quiet.
Not today. In just the last few hours I've endured two electric guitars being simultaneously played on the back porch (still going as we speak), two preteen girls roaming around telling me how bored they are (in fairness, it's just MY girl telling me how bored SHE is), and a house cat that wandered unnoticed off the front porch to stubbornly refuse to come out from UNDER the front porch (wouldn't give it much thought except he has no front claws). For us, that's quite an eventful morning.
The front porch is nice. There's a slight breeze, birds are chirping, water is trickling, and I can only hear faint streams of guitar music filtering through the windows... of course, the fact that they are on the back porch and I'm on the front suggests that the amps are no longer set on volume one. All in all, though, I suppose it's not a bad way to start off a Saturday. I still miss my mom, still have this mysterious pain in my chest that won't leave me alone, and still have one too many papers to write before the sun goes down tomorrow; but I guess I'll enjoy this not-the-usual Saturday while it's here.
Wonder what those boys would do if I plugged in a microphone and joined them...
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