The Peace, The Quiet

My Mom went home today. A day early incidentally. I love my Mom. I truly do. But I am glad to have my house back. I didn't realize how much noise level having her here would be. Take for example, the television. I watch maybe 4 hours of television a week. We had the television on from 6am to noon today.

Amazing. On the other hand, I didn't realize that my existence had become quite so quiet. It must be because of working a high demand customer service job. I know that I only talk to a handful of people. There are only a handful of people that I want to speak to period.

I did enjoy showing my Mom around town and we did have a good time together. But now I have my quiet home left where the television is turned off. Pita is laying at the window watching the bugs fly by. And I am writing at my blog because as quiet as my environment is, my mind never truly is quiet.

Mom is giving me her VHS collection. An awesome feat to be sure. My movie collection has essentially quadrupled. Why would I want VHS? Why not? I have a VCR. The movies play and I still get enjoyment from them. Mom is buying DVD's now.

I've not written on my book lately. I'm going to try to write some in the next hour. In the meantime I think I will watch my cat watch bugs fly by the window.