Woke up this morning with the morning sun shining through the living room curtain. This weekend, we are house sitting for our son Steve while they go to Big Bear where they rented a cabin for the weekend. They get to go to the mountains and we get to spend a few days alone with the dog amid the peace and quiet of the high desert.
The house sits back far enough from the road so we hardly hear the occasional car go by. Once it passes the quiet settles back in. Very relaxing after living in a house with five other people who are busy being a family. The three kids are normal kids so they make the usual noises.
The TV is turned up too loud and the adults yell for them to turn it down. Meal time is something. The kitchen is as noisy as a restaurant kitchen, and when it's time to eat we hear, "Come and get it!" Sometimes, one of the adults will ask a youngster to get the others to come and eat, so what do they do?
They go to the kitchen door and yell out, "Hey! It's time to eat!" Of course, the adults will say, "I could have done that." I imagine the kid thinks, "so why didn't you?" Next time it happens in your house, have some fun and wait a second before telling the kid, "Because I didn't want to," then watch the look on his or her face.
Anyhoo, the sun shone through the living room window. Glenda and I slept on the long couch Steve has. It's one of those really firm L-shaped Ikea things that are terrible to sit on but great for falling asleep on a lazy day. Couchersizing, I call it.
The quiet is everywhere. Now and then it will run and hide to let a car go by, then it comes back to enfold us once again.
We're still adjusting but we'll be here until Sunday. Maybe by then we won't want to leave. Steve loves us but he doesn't want to live with us so we'll have to go.
Come June though, we will have peace and quiet full time in our own apartment. The morning sun is behind us and the street is closer so we'll hear more traffic but come the nights, the quiet will be deafening.