The sun is shining- it’s almost blinding it’s so bright. And the air is cold and crisp- nearly single digit temperatures despite the March date. It’s most definitely a day that is better spent inside cuddling nice and warm with your favorite blanket and person. Unfortunately I don’t have that luxury and I found myself outside the school waiting with the other freezing parents/grandparents waiting for our pre-k kiddos. It’s the first day afte a long weekend because of the holiday yesterday- you know, the big one? Oh, maybe if you aren’t from around here you’re not familiar with it. Pulaski Day*. I grew up thinking it was just a street name. Go figure.
The big holiday must have been too much for little… okay, not so little Beej, and he dropped like a ton of bricks on the ten minute ride home. After I deposited him on the couch, I got as far as removing his hat and unzipping his jacket before he put up a fight, all the while sleeping. One thing I’ve learned is if it isn’t going to totally screw up your entire day and night- let sleeping kids sleep!
And this is how I find myself sitting in a “silent” house in the middle of the day. But the silence? That’s a matter of opinion. We replaced the old worn siding on our house about a year ago and along with a beautiful new appearance, our house acquired new creaks, crackles and groans. I’ve been told it’s due to the new siding and should subside in time but I’m not so sure. This house cracks, snapples and pops at the slightest change in temperature or weather system, with the wind, of course, causing the most eruptive of noises- mostly late at night.
While I’m sitting here taking in the silence, the furnace joins in the competition to break it. Our furnace, located in the center of our house, has always sounded like a rocket launching. Lately, just to add to the fun, it has started making ticking noises at random. And now, today, as the rocket is firing up for take off, just as it ramps into overdrive, it fizzles out, as if a great wind just blew out its fuse. Not to be one to give in too easily, it gears up to launch again and this time it is successful.
And then it’s quiet once more. Well, okay, quiet except for the clock ticking, refrigerator humming, plane flying overhead, twigs and branches falling from the trees and hitting the house (not to be confused with the crackles and other noises caused by the siding), and Ari tip tapping her way through the room, reminding me that she’s due to get her nails cut.
And Beej completes a refreshing hour and a half long nap, oblivious to it all.
Happy Belated Pulaski Day!
“Casimir Pulaski Day is a local holiday officially observed in Chicago, Illinois, on the first Monday of March in memory of Casimir Pulaski (March 6, 1745 – October 11, 1779), a Revolutionary War cavalry officer born in Poland as Kazimierz Pułaski. He is praised for his contributions to the U.S. military in the American Revolution and known as “the father of the American cavalry”.” – Wikipedia