Lauren has a full conversation with no one in particular about what she will be wearing to her next costume party from her room. Brielle and I just sit her studying.
[ lauren waltzes across the living room. does a quick headstand & comments on the current muscle group that she strengthened at the gym today]
Stacey & Brielle: silence.
Lauren: starts to sing her own rendition of "breaks my hearr -are are artt are art" by Regina Spektor.
Silence is golden on Sunday nights. The sweet hum of the single cricket that lives in our house. The sound of the ambulance blaring down 193, the clippity clippity clap clap click click click of the typists each singing their own tune with their fingers. The water dripping into the bucket under the sink. The bugs chirping outside our window, as in, right outside our window. Actually - it sounds like they have somehow found a way to lodge themselves inside space between the screen and the inside window.
Homework is being done. Texts are being answered. Noses are being sniffed and blown because despite the fact that the leaves are falling in picturesque rotations to the ground to the tune of the autumnal chorus - we are still in the middle of cold season. make that flu season. i mean, swine flu season.
yeah - sundays are the best.
1 comment:
i love your posts, stacey. :)
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