sleep a little longer. Really long sleep is not in any way. Old age likely.
The youngest son already awake. The best husband anyway. A strained joint breakfast because the youngest son maintains his temper and says nothing.
spent the morning knitting. A pair of baby booties, a headband. Both completed. Leftovers - satisfactory. The still remaining small groups categorized as unusable and discarded. This is - even better.
The youngest son went to the Young Musicians Competition, - the first excretion Pop Drum Set - accompanying a genial fellow leading the sticks on the guitar. Meanwhile, he speaks again. Lively even. Almost everything goes well, the two play together beautifully, the only piece with Playback stuck the CD. But the drummer, the rest away and a copy of this CD, so that he can just to get back to the middle of the piece - he alone is admirable and has actually already get extra points.
Back home he cooked the best husband almost finished and all the children, including almost all the friends have arrived. The middle son has had breakfast a clown, the eldest, tells of the new job, which come in both her vivacity time to time in the way and somehow I'm glad that after two hours to go a home, the other in disappear to their rooms and the living room is quiet and empty again.
I enjoy both - the liveliness, the variety of the three and their partners - are they really so different. (The eldest son sometimes asks what went wrong with the two brothers that they are so different from him ...). But the silence when no one is there. It is good that the children do not always stay around us. And we note that when the time is ripe to let them go their way. Takes a bit for the two younger ones, until it is final so far, but they are already on the road.
Now: tea, hot cherry pits in the back (yet again quite well, unfortunately), a new project on the needles (again remains) and the scene on television - so the day ends great.
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