Monday, January 09, 2006
Blessed silence of Mondays
You know I dearly love my assorted descendants. But this morning, I also had to acknowledge a deep and meaningful love for the SILENCE when I got up and walked around the house, alone except for two dogs insisting they MUST go out NOW.
That turned out to be because there were crows. A gazillion or so out cawing around in the field in front of our house; flying up, down, swapping places with other batches of the larger group, and COMPLAINING. I guess they had a point--it's neither north NOR south here, it's not spring or fall, and even though all this past week our temps were in the 60s and 70s...it snowed last night. So no doubt, whatever migration tour they thought they signed up for, this was NOT it.
The weekend visit of the grands was quite a success, if you don't factor in the resulting adult exhaustion. The kids didn't bicker hardly at all, and the visiting team acceded to some of Mike's more fervent demands, joining him for a walk down the "tiny road" which leads along the train tracks, where they were lucky enough to get to see a train go by close up. (No worries, Mike is fanatical about 'no playing ON the railroad track'.)
Later on, after everyone's homework was done, we made the gingerbread house:
Of course it would not have been an official family weekend without drama, supplied when the toilet overflowed JUST as Damaris had arrived in desperate need of same. And it also would not be one unless something was left behind. But I packed up Zach's nebulizer and assorted toothbrushes, socks and other small wearables, and mailed THEM back today.
So all is well here. Pretty quiet, though....
*sigh*
That turned out to be because there were crows. A gazillion or so out cawing around in the field in front of our house; flying up, down, swapping places with other batches of the larger group, and COMPLAINING. I guess they had a point--it's neither north NOR south here, it's not spring or fall, and even though all this past week our temps were in the 60s and 70s...it snowed last night. So no doubt, whatever migration tour they thought they signed up for, this was NOT it.
The weekend visit of the grands was quite a success, if you don't factor in the resulting adult exhaustion. The kids didn't bicker hardly at all, and the visiting team acceded to some of Mike's more fervent demands, joining him for a walk down the "tiny road" which leads along the train tracks, where they were lucky enough to get to see a train go by close up. (No worries, Mike is fanatical about 'no playing ON the railroad track'.)
Later on, after everyone's homework was done, we made the gingerbread house:
Of course it would not have been an official family weekend without drama, supplied when the toilet overflowed JUST as Damaris had arrived in desperate need of same. And it also would not be one unless something was left behind. But I packed up Zach's nebulizer and assorted toothbrushes, socks and other small wearables, and mailed THEM back today.
So all is well here. Pretty quiet, though....
*sigh*
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