Friday, March 23, 2007

The Quiet of Our Lives

Middle age did sneak up on the baron and baroness and did surprise us with a moment of quiet, reflective thought.
A couple of weeks ago, Spring Break descended on the Big Haus and with it the absence of university students normally seen in these environs. Our two eldest children had long since vanished and the younger two, in high school and possessed of monies and wheels, set off on a road trip to see their sister in Portland.
The Haus, beside what you see here, was empty.
In nigh on 27 years, we are not sure that we two, The Oracle and The Amazing Missus had ever spent a night alone on the estate. Stunned, we got a drink and sat down. A tripod and a timer captured the action.
That is me on the left.


anotheranabaptist said...

Now THAT is the empty nest syndrome epitomized!

The Anti-Darwin said...

What I would like to know is if you like your reading lamps and where one can go to get one.

The Oracle said...

I think it was Shopko.

Matt said...

"Its a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives."

Sorry, that's just what that picture made me think of!

nate's myth said...

a delightful thing to see.

Ken said...

Sorry Baron, but you have passed middle age (25-50) and entered old age, 50 up.

Sincerly, your friend,