I am sitting inside as I type this. Which for this time of year for me is rare. On my front verandah this Spring I put out my old Papas an Chair – in which I snuggle up with my laptop and look out over my view breathing in the outdoor air which I love so much. (I am NOT an indoor air person).
But today I am inside. The laughter from the pool is not allowing me to concentrate and my vacation brain is not flowing as seamlessly as I would like it to.
So yes. I find myself strangely inside with the screen door open enough to hear if one of the three 13 year old girls giggling in my pool suddenly requires me to race down the stairs and give her CPR because she can’t stand up in the four feet of water that is my above ground pool. Sigh. What a mother.
But I digress.
As I have been sitting here for at least an hour – inside –as we have well established – I have spent the last 20 minutes of that hour annoyingly brushing away seemingly dozens of houseflies from the mere 4 square feet of space I am taking up in my living room.
I am senselessly trying to beat them into submission – or death – either one will do – with a Straw Corona Beer Cowboy Hat that was sitting within arm’s length of me … because I will not give them the satisfaction of getting up off my ass and having them interrupt my work.
Yes. I know. I’m a little touched. It’s widely accepted among my circle.
So I am sitting here like a fool allowing a dozen little winged creatures – that don’t even bite – drive me insane. And just when I’m about to throw my laptop at them thinking surely the sheer size and weight of it will kill at least one of them, I remember …
There are flies in my house today.
There are flies in my house today … because last night we had friends and families over all afternoon … all afternoon which turned into evening … which turned into night ….
There are flies in my house today … because there were eight kiddos and six adults running in and out and in and out and then back in and out of my house again … eating and laughing and talking and sharing and actively being present in each other’s lives.
There are flies in my house … because today three crazy, amazing, giggling, growing teenage girls are outside swimming in the pool and have been out and in all day for snacks and bathroom and my most favourite of all yelling for me to come take pictures of them.
There are flies in my house today …. because memories were… and are … being created.
And suddenly – just like that … the flies don’t seem quite as annoying as they were 10 minutes ago.
And no. This wasn’t the post I was planning on making today … but … there are flies in my house.
Life is good.