I hope they leave their reindeer on in their front yard while they are away. They have two of them made out of lights on wire frames. The heads move back and forth and up and down. One of them even has antlers. They are fun to watch at night, they look like they are eating the bushes.
I’d go out and walk but can’t unless I want to get soaked. So I am housebound, not an entirely unpleasant thing really. It’s so quiet in here today. I can hear my hard drive working when an email comes in. The grandfather clock tick tocks in his sleep. (He was up all night you know). My dog Robbie snores lightly and the cat, well the cat is REALLY quiet.
A chickadee just landed on the front porch railing among the roses, or what’s left of the roses. I guess he wants to get out of the rain for a bit. What a little marvel he is. Little flying ball of feathers with a black hat.
From the looks of things I am not in the vortex of ‘where it’s happening’ in the world today. I am off in the corner, tucked up in the broom closet like Harry Potter. Only no one keeps me locked up. I kind of like it in here although I won’t tolerate any spiders as perhaps Harry might.
Are quiet people the glue that holds the world together? Do we keep it from flying apart at the seams when the noisier people are jumping up and down and shouting? (not to mention showing their belly buttons)
Maybe so. I’m going to go make some hot cocoa and think that over.
Quietly.