Jun 3, 2009

Who's at the Door?

So I come down stairs into my kitchen the other night where my husband Steve is making coffee. I grab a mug and begin to pour myself a cup when I hear a rapping on the kitchen door. I look at my husband and ask him to get it while making a not to nice comment on people visiting at 10 at night. He moves the curtain and sees no one there, so he opens the door and looks around... still no one. He comes back inside shrugs and proceeds to make his coffee. Two seconds later tap, tap, tap on the kitchen door. Unbelievably annoyed now Steve goes back to the door and swings it open... no one there.

He shuts the door while murmuring not so nice things about parents knowing where there children are at night, takes his coffee and goes into the living room to sit down, I follow with the same attitude. It's been a long day, the kids were hard to put down for bed because of the excited anticipation of the last day of school. They both know that next year they're going to be home schooled instead of going to the town school and while my middle child, Victor, doesn't yet go to school he's excited that his big brother will me home with him all day instead of disappearing in the morning and not returning till a few hours before bed. The baby wasn't easy to put down for bed either. She's cutting teeth and cranky almost all of the time. So the last thing I needed was the town kids playing pranks that would wake up the house at 10pm. I just want to sit down and relax with my cup of coffee and my husband for half an hour before bed.

We cuddle into the couch discussing various thing we need to do the next day and things already completed, things we will do differently next year, and things we'd like to do in the future. When all of the sudden, Tap, Tap, Tap. Louder this time, there's no mistaking it someone is at the door. So I get up in my night gown mind you to go see who it is, ready to begin yelling into the darkness if there isn't anyone at the door. I swing open the kitchen door and there this little June bug flys in and lands on my kitchen island. Apparently he wanted to come in, and we kept shutting the door in his face. I smile to myself leaving the June bug on the counter, and wander back into the other room. Who was at the door? Steve asks. I reply Bug season is upon us.

That's right bug season is finally here. Here in Maine it's the season that comes after Mud, in the middle of Spring but before Summer. It's when every person in there right mind retreats into there house for three weeks waiting for the black flies, horse flies, gnats, and no see em's to disappear. No work gets done comfortably outside, and every child has swollen lymph nodes in there throat do to the number of bites they incur tyring to get from the house to the car. It's miserable. Thank God we got the garden in this year before it started. But for now I'm content to sit on the couch with my husband and my coffee with sleeping children in their beds and an unexpected visitor the June bug flying around my kitchen. Life is good.

God Bless


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