typical morning

Get up, walk in search of coffee to the kitchen. Notice mom staring at her little red laptop next to the random monitor at the table. "Morning". Delayed response. Also a low-sounding version of "hi" comes from dad's nook. Slippered feet rest on his foot stool, legs supporting his laptop. But that's all I see around the book case. Hmm, coffee, cold, microwave. Hmm, banana, ripe. Sit on couch, read World article by osmosis till brain wakes up. 

Dad shows me Mark Steyn's pointed article likening Europe to an orchestra. Something about Greece and Italy playing cards in the dressing room waiting for the German guy to come and hand them a check. Apt. Mom, still sitting at the table, joins the discussion of Europe's downward spiral, complete with defining social states and demise of the life of work expectations. 

Slight switch to recap of recent family gathering. Background on how things have been shining light on how people are doing and slow changes to the power plays. Mom half typing and asking questions on who said what calling for much repetition and therefore dad and I smiling at each other. 

Next up, plans for weekend and coming week. Why yes, my birthday is coming up. And they both miraculously remembered what age I'm turning :P Dad heads out door to look at issues mom has raised about car. Both stop talking and stare at me. Looking at my feet, and then grabbing them, I wondered if I could walk like that. So I tried. It works, also probably looks hilarious. I crumpled up laughing and found both parents looking at me with that look of "yup, she is still a kid sometimes." I join dad to go look at car issues before he leaves to read at a coffee-shop. 

Re-enter house to find mom rushing around collecting her things before leaving for class. I hold the door, telling her to have fun learning, and get along with classmates, etc. She shoots back with a black look and how sexual deviancy is not her favorite class. 

I forgot to mention the smoking pan while we were talking.

And I sit down to write. Is this picture perfect? No. It is a family living with each other, not just in the same house. Somehow it works, all the quirks and frustrations laughed at. Unless I'm in a rush to leave, then I just get frustrated. Still need to learn something...