Since our porcupine woes are still not over, we spent a hour or two clearing out the dead pine at the back of the fields. It seems to be a hot spot for dog sniffing, and prime habitat for porcupines.
All clear - no sign of quills, though, only needles.
We were tired, sweaty and sap-covered when we came inside, and because it felt like what was supposed to happen, discussions of dinner ensued. "I just feel like having a beer right now," I said. 'I'm not even really hungry," J added.
There was a moment of realization that we had no one else to consider in our plans. When you are a parent, a "homemaker" that takes the role to heart, the presence of the kids is an obligation to produce, to perform. Set an example, have dinner on the table, sit down together, pay attention, mind your manners.
I had a beer. Later on J opened a bag of peanuts. That was it.
You always hear about kids who can't wait to get out of the house and on their own so they are no longer under the watchful eye of mom and dad. I haven't heard so much about mom and dad chilling out because they no longer have to be under the watchful eye of their children. Maybe that's a little insider's secret that you don't find out until after the fact.
Maybe sometimes the empty nest means beer and peanuts for dinner.