Interruptions

There is a knock, knock, knock at the door.  I am home alone and busy working on the computer.  I know if I move that I will disrupt the internet enough that I will have to monkey with it for a good 5 minutes to get my computer connected again.  Knock, knock, knock.  Maybe if I just ignore it then the kids will go away (I know it must be one of the kids from the neighborhood).  I type a little bit more, half waiting and listening.

Ding-dong!  Shoot!  The doorbell now.  That makes the pug go insane, she starts barking and running through the house.  Now they know that we are up here hiding.  Knock, knock, knock.  I just have to finish up this last line, and click submit, and wait for it to be submitted before I move.

Knock, knock, knock.  Now the pug hears the knocking and barks at that.  She runs through the house like a whirlwind (somedays I think we should have named her tasmanian devil instead of Tinker Belle).  Finally I get confirmation that my info has been submitted so I carefully set the computer down and head downstairs.

I open the door and no one is there.  Behind me the door bell rings again.  Ahh-- they are outside now ringing the doorbell.  I spy the neighbor dog sniffing Cosmo (our other dog) and call out to our visitor.  The dogs charge in for some loving and here comes my interruptor around the side of my van.  It is one of the neighbor kids- he is 4 (okay, okay- he is almost 5) and is looking for my youngest son.

When I tell him that SJ is at baseball practice, he is disappointed so I stay and talk to him for a few minutes.  We talk about whether SJ will be home tomorrow and whether or not my visitor will be home (he states that he will not be home because they are going away).  Then he wonders if I will tell SJ that he wants to play.  Of course I will tell him.  My visitor picks up his bike and slides out of the garage.

I have a huge grin on my face.  I love talking with the little guy.  He is madly in love with my tween daughter.  He is sure that they are going to get married (despite their age difference).  He has decided that they are going to live on a farm and he is going to buy them both blue tractors.  Then they can race them.  He wants SJ to live next door to them.  My daughter loves him and plays along- thank goodness!

I go back upstairs, grab my computer, and of course- the internet is no longer working.  But you know what?  That's okay.  The interruption was well worth the problems.  And I am reminded that sometimes those little interruptions are just what we need.

Thanks for visiting me here on the hill--Come back and visit again soon.

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