The Typical, Wonderful Evening

Its about seven o'clock and we sit contently around the living room reading books or watching the news, enjoying each other but each absorbed in our own activities. Hannah is maybe editing an interview or picture, Uncle Mark is perhaps cheering at a goal Chelsea made, Aunt Lois is sipping a glass of lemon tea and reading a book. I am sitting in my rocking chair observing or typing or becoming frusterated at calculus. Suddenly we will hear the screeching of breaks, a thump and a whomp. We will all raise our heads, chuckle then go back to the activities we were enthrolled in. The speed bump just out side the gate gaurding our little compound never fails to bring us together in the evening.