Quietitude
posted in General |Miss K is quietly sitting by the back door, absently twirling her hair with a finger, sucking on a bottle of milk. She’s still, and peaceful. She’s not chasing the cats or heaving her walker toy into my lap, or even dunking her sister’s Barbies™ into the toilet; she’s just quietly gazing through the screen at the unmowed expanse of crabgrass I like to call … the back yard.
She has her quiet moments like this, when I wonder what she’s reflecting upon. Other times, she’s a frantic bundle of freakish energy, our own Hurricane K (Gramma actually slipped and called her Katrina), leaving a swath of destruction in her wake.
But right, now, she’s gazing outside and, now, Perrin has crept up beside her to watch the cats (and make sure they stay out of trouble), and she’s talking to him and patting his head (and still playing with her hair.)
