To market
to market
to buy a fat pig
home again
home again
jiggitty jig
I don't know where I heard that rhyme but my kids and I have been saying it since they were toddlers. It always runs through my mind as I near the house after work, as I pull in the drive and turn the car off.
I like the house we live in. A small farm house that was originally far out of town, the town has grown around us but we still have tall trees in a large yard. The house was built in the twenties and our landlord remodled it about ten years ago. Well insulated, we stay snug inside even as the snow piles up outside.
The dogs are sleeping in the living room, the grandson is sleeping on our bed, the cat is whining under the porch and Rita and I sit at the kitchen table, waiting for them all to wake up.
Except for the cat. I just wish she would either come out from under the porch and come inside or SHUT THE HELL UP! I went out to get her, standing in the sleet, getting all cold and wet, to no avail.
Update: Of course, Rita went out and the cat lept into her arms. That cat never did like me.
Posted by Mike S at December 23, 2002 04:18 PM