Sunday Afternoon Ambiance
Safely ensconced in the bedroom, still drowsy from my afternoon nap, I soaked up the ambiance of our household at that precise moment.
From the dining room, where a long, drawn-out Risk game was in session (a tradition when Angelo is home from college) wafted strains of the theme music from Pirates of the Caribbean, punctuated by occasional comments from Josh N., Joel, Josh David, and Angelo. The wonderful smells and rattling around in the kitchen suggested that Angelo was baking his traditional Mexican fudge to provide sustenance. Grant had fueled the activity earlier by mixing up Pina Coladas. (I tasted the drink and liked it.) Judging by the stash of other drinks shoved into the fridge and the accumulating empty containers, they were adequately hydrated throughout.
From the study next to the bedroom, Japanese music emanated. Hiromi was working at the computer on his Akkadian research project after having created his own ambiance of choice.
Then, from the living room, the recorded voice of Mary Jo Hillaker, a Mannatech trainer. Victor (our newest "family" member) must be broadening his education on the food supplements to which he attributes his improved health.
I put aside the Wittenburg Door which has been providing me with my own private source of amusement and stimulation, get dressed, and head out to join the crowd.
The eight men who have gone in and out here today are quite a crowd.
After lunch with friends, Shane is off to a singing practice, perhaps with the Anonymous Somebodies, a group created on-the-fly with others from our youth group, or maybe it's practicing songs with a different group for a wedding next weekend. The Anonymous Somebodies plan to sing at a Partridge Community concert next Sunday afternoon.
Angelo will soon be off to Sudan to help direct a project with Samaritan's Purse in the rebuilding of many destroyed churches--not a bad thing to do with a freshly-issued degree in history from Yale. Josh N. will get married soon to Misty Weaver, and Joel will go to Bangladesh for a six-month stint helping to train Bangladeshi nationals as computer programmers. The "boss" in the office where he'll be working is Joel's former boss from the Kansas Software Builders office. Josh David will continue to work as a cabinet-maker--perhaps on the side undertaking projects like making finely-crafted canoes, or restoring VW bugs, as he has done in the past.
As the solitary female, I alone have the vantage point of observer and commentator. And now that I've invited you to observe with me, feel free to weigh in with your own commentary.
From the dining room, where a long, drawn-out Risk game was in session (a tradition when Angelo is home from college) wafted strains of the theme music from Pirates of the Caribbean, punctuated by occasional comments from Josh N., Joel, Josh David, and Angelo. The wonderful smells and rattling around in the kitchen suggested that Angelo was baking his traditional Mexican fudge to provide sustenance. Grant had fueled the activity earlier by mixing up Pina Coladas. (I tasted the drink and liked it.) Judging by the stash of other drinks shoved into the fridge and the accumulating empty containers, they were adequately hydrated throughout.
From the study next to the bedroom, Japanese music emanated. Hiromi was working at the computer on his Akkadian research project after having created his own ambiance of choice.
Then, from the living room, the recorded voice of Mary Jo Hillaker, a Mannatech trainer. Victor (our newest "family" member) must be broadening his education on the food supplements to which he attributes his improved health.
I put aside the Wittenburg Door which has been providing me with my own private source of amusement and stimulation, get dressed, and head out to join the crowd.
The eight men who have gone in and out here today are quite a crowd.
After lunch with friends, Shane is off to a singing practice, perhaps with the Anonymous Somebodies, a group created on-the-fly with others from our youth group, or maybe it's practicing songs with a different group for a wedding next weekend. The Anonymous Somebodies plan to sing at a Partridge Community concert next Sunday afternoon.
Angelo will soon be off to Sudan to help direct a project with Samaritan's Purse in the rebuilding of many destroyed churches--not a bad thing to do with a freshly-issued degree in history from Yale. Josh N. will get married soon to Misty Weaver, and Joel will go to Bangladesh for a six-month stint helping to train Bangladeshi nationals as computer programmers. The "boss" in the office where he'll be working is Joel's former boss from the Kansas Software Builders office. Josh David will continue to work as a cabinet-maker--perhaps on the side undertaking projects like making finely-crafted canoes, or restoring VW bugs, as he has done in the past.
As the solitary female, I alone have the vantage point of observer and commentator. And now that I've invited you to observe with me, feel free to weigh in with your own commentary.
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