Today was like no other Friday I remember. With great ambition, this morning, I pressed onward with the task I started yesterday in getting the office set up. Plants were moved in, my desktop PC [and all other external PC devices] set up and [much to my disappointment] the wireless receiving device did not have the "guts" to receive WiFi from the other end of the house. That was the beginning of surmounting frustration. Or rather, over stimulation of sorts.
The old dining table, received via Mike's co-worker[s] at the radio station in Albuquerque [in our short "life" there], is my ideal desk size. Atop is one of the glass panels I acquired via yahoo's freecycle groups several years ago. The picture frame glass on one of my favorite beach pictures [30x24] was broken. I removed the picture and inserted it under the glass panel. Once the walls are painted and a few more island decors are added, this office will be the perfect islander's "home away from home". That's the pleasant note.
Now that the office was closer to that ideal "home away from home" I didn't want to leave and find other things in the house that needed to be done ...just yet. So, to make up for not having WiFi the urge to be entertained with some audible secular favorites could not be resisted. The boosting of the turbo base was also in order....all the way up even. After a couple hours, my audio sensories were over loaded. It took another hour for me to connect it with having leaned on the turbo base vibrated dining desk for those several hours. But how to reverse that, I had no remedy for.
At the dinner dining table several hours later......
To add to audio sensory overload irritations, the sound of scraping dining chair legs against the exposed treated concrete floor [as every family member situated their tushes to dine] bounced off all four walls and the concrete floor. It all reverberated through my ear canals and into my head. If it wasn't bovine, in the form of steak, for dinner such reverberation would've typically sent me to an early night's surrender under bed covers behind locked master suite doors.
Bantering amongst the kids was increasingly head shattering. At one point, in my authoritative voice, the point was made: "I am experiencing audio sensory overload". To which Dylan inquires, "What the heck does that mean?" in his juvenile tone.
"It means, shut it" was Michael's response followed by much sick parental giggling between the two of us. I say, "sick" because many parents are far above verbalizing such a response to their own kids.
Mike and the kids waited for me as I rushed a few quiet moments to start this blog before we all cozied on bovine leathered couches to watch a movie. I'm back in the office where I'd rather be where it's quiet, except for the hum of my PC and tapping of my eager fingers on the keyboard. If I were to take full advantage of my authoritative parental reigns, my kids would be in bed hours ago.
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