Observations of a Domesticated Person Reverting to Her Non-Familial State While Her Family is Gone for a Long Weekend

May 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

  • Cinnamon in my coffee.
  • Sleeping to 11:00 unmolested. (Unless Bill next door is mowing his damn lawn. Again.)
  • Eating cereal for dinner.
  • Having a friend spend the day with you at home doing … whatever.
  • Books and magazines on the other side of the bed.
  • Waking up in the middle of the night and turning on the light to read.
  • Not making the bed.
  • Reading the Saturday Washington Post all the way through.  I mean, all the way through. With a second and third cup of cinnamon coffee. On the porch.
  • Wandering to 23rd Street for dinner and margaritas (plural) without having made a plan for it.
  • The still and quiet.

  • Going into Lely’s room and seeing that it’s clean. For the third day in a row.
  • Smelling her in her sun-warmed room.
  • Seeing P’s shoes next to the front door. Unmoved from the day before.
  • Not smelling coffee (non-cinnamon) wafting up from the kitchen.
  • Not hearing one … two sneezes downstairs.
  • Haven’t heard “I have a question for you” once today.
  • No hamster pile of dirty workout clothes behind the office door.
  • Actually, I did make the bed. Each day. Before I went downstairs.
  • Too still. Too quiet.
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