Friday, October 8, 2010
My house is lived in. Lived meaning life is always happening throughout. While my son is jumping rope to a video, his sister and her boyfriend watching a documentary on buddhism and simultaneously 3 sixteen year olds are in the midst of a rousing game of Scattagories in the bedroom. This morning, the evidence of life was scattered around. A water bottle abandoned by the skipping rope, a stray score sheet on the bathroom floor, another load of dishes in to be washed with a queue of waiting bowls and cups. Life is like that....messy. Oh yes, they try to remember to put things away...but then I also have a lapse in memory or lack of resolve. My life is definitely lived in...just like my house.