The sun shines bright and warm as it’s rays filter through the window. The bump and crunch of snow under the tires as we move along down the road. Sedately and slowly there is no hurry today. Out the window lies the deep blue and green beauty of the trees dancing with snow. A single bird’s cry echoes across the valley and it reminds me of the passage of time. aw
Life here with the parents is a bit strange. I do not have little people hanging off me this week. That is both good and bad. Good because I actually read an entire book in three days. I can’t remember the last time I had the chance to do that. It is also bad because while mom and dad are great you do run out of things to talk about. The grandkids provide a wonderful distraction.
I feel a bit like I am the teenager in the house again, pretending that my parents are not cool without anyone actually knowing that I think they are cool. I am borrowing the car, tying up the phone, doing the dishes and eating their food. Maybe I am 15 again, it’s hard to tell. This isn’t the house I grew up in so it’s not quite like they can send me to my room if I misbehave though. That’s a nice bonus.