And the house is right-side-up again, after two weeks of
silence and spotlessness.
I woke to quiet this morning—everyone zonked from long
drives home. Now it’s afternoon and the house is cluttered, noisy, full of talk
and commotion. Jon’s playing drums downstairs; Dad’s washing dishes; Mum heaves
loads of laundry from suitcase to washer to clothesline. The rambunctious half
of the family’s been away at camp; now, tanned, mosquito-bitten, weary, and
chattering, they’re home.
I reveled in the days of quiet. But it’s good to have everyone
back. After all, our house is built
for six-plus-dog, and then some.
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