A quiet skin

It’s quiet here tonight.

I grew up in a house full of noise. I was the eldest of seven children, and we were fairly close in age. There was always something going on at our house, or rather I should say houses, as we moved frequently when I was a child. Dinnertime was always full of conversations and one of our favorite games to play was one that we called, “The Sound of People Who Like to Eat”.

In this game, we sat up straighter, quieted our voices, became proper ladies and gentlemen, and enjoyed our meal in this manner for up to almost two minutes, or until one of my brothers would always end up breaking the spell. Truth be told, I sort of liked our boisterous dinners. They were so full of life and laughter.

I started dating my husband when I was 19 and the one single thing that I noticed at his house (besides the fact that it was much cleaner than mine) was the quiet.

It was blissfully quiet.

And I’ve come to realize over the years that this is how my home is now.





It sort of makes me want to shake things up a bit, you know?

But really, I get enough noise at work. So this is nice.





The geraniums continue to bloom in their spot in the dining room window. They’ve been here through the winter and I think they’re getting excited to be outside once again.

Soon, my pretty plants.





Just after dinner, I realized that I had taken no photos for today’s post, so I put the macro lens on the camera and took several shots in the dining room.

It had the best light.

I love lace curtains.

And these came with the house.

Does anyone remember the catalog, Rue de France? Wow – I loved their lace curtains. The catalog doesn’t exist anymore, but you can get some beautiful lace curtains at Country Curtains (of all places). I found this out recently when I was looking for window treatments for the master bedroom.

Country Curtains – lace

Miss Blackie wants out.

No, wait. Let me rephrase that.

Miss Blackie was meowing to go out. So I went to the door to open it for her, and she ran away.

This is her favorite game.

Either it’s a game or she’s going batty.





As I write this, George is asleep on the floor next to me. He’s having a little dream and he’s making noises and Miss Blackie is sitting near him and giving him odd looks.

If you’re new here, I just want you to know that this is about as exciting as it gets around these parts. And I like it just fine that way. I hope you do, too.

I’m still reading over your comments from my previous post. I love those Q&A ones, don’t you? I really enjoy getting to know you better.

Hope your week is going well. Until tomorrow, my friends . . .

A quiet skin

BY LAURIE SHECK

Thinking has a quiet skin. But I feel the break and fled of things inside it.
    Blue hills most gentle in calm light, then stretches of assail
And ransack. Such tangles of charred wreckage, shrapnel-bits
    Singling and singeing where they fall. I feel the stumbling gait of what I am,
The quiet uproar of undone, how to be hidden is a tempting, violent thing—
    Each thought breaking always in another.
All the unlawful elsewheres rushing in.