Lucas is asleep after a busy morning of swim lessons and errand running. Charlie Pasta is napping at my feet. My gentle typing reminds me that I am on borrowed time.
I know school is out because children whiz by on the sidewalk on skateboards, scooters and bicycles chattering at one another.
Cars drive down our street too fast. It’s one of the few things we have always disliked about this neighborhood.
I’m on my second load of laundry for the day and the clothes in the dryer whirl around and around. I can hear zippers and buttons clanging against the metal.
Soon the annoying buzzer will beckon me, but until then I will get lost in Dave Matthews Band’s latest offering, Away from the World. The lyrics to Drunken Solider, a song I have only heard once before are coming out of my laptop and they are stunning and demand my attention:
Make the most of what you’ve got
Don’t waste time being trying to be something you’re not
Fill up your head and fill up you heart and take your shot
Don’t waste time trying to be something you’re not
A large brown van slows to a stop in front of our house and then slowly backs up along the curb. BEEP BEEP BEEP. Alas the delivery is NOT for me.
The quiet bubbling filter on the fish tank is in the background.
An airplane rumbles overhead.
I sneeze and the dog decides he needs to go out.
All of a sudden, as if they planned it, I hear the familiar squeak of my three year old’s bedroom door opening.
What do you hear?