Our House

We're back in the Big Titty (our nickname for Wichita, that and "Witchy-Titty). It was nice to walk into my own house again. My kitty missed me. My doggies missed me. Hubby was so distraught that he moved the drum set into the office. Now, as I write this, my daughter sits on a tall stool and whacks inconsistently at the different surfaces. boom, tap, boom, BOOM, bop, TAP, tap, CHING. It's slightly annoying, but well worth it to hear her come to a rhythm all her own or find her coordination.

... and she's gone.

It doesn't last long, these interruptions in the quiet hum of the AC.

We're discussing a possible rearrangement of the household furniture. The older our children get, the more eccentric our living quarters become. I love it that way. We eccentric are a dying breed. I feel sorry for all of our children's classmates who live in ordinary sets like the stage of a play. When nothing is real, "practical" becomes a tool rather than a practice. Our house screams to be functional, loved, and unusual. How could we not oblige? Make the office a dining room? The dining room a music room? The living room an office/library? What can we change next?

How long before our options run out?