Being one is used to spending the bulk of his time alone, I am finding living at my mother's/step-father's house to be very annoying at times. It really isn't anything specific. They both treat me well and are taking good care of me during my recouperation which is going painfully slow.
It's mainly just the noise. They talk to each other more or less constantly. Mostly about nothing. That's a good thing I suppose. And of course, they talk to me a good bit as well. Also good, and I am amiable with them. But there are times when what I really want is just some quiet. I usually get it late at night after they have turned in. Ahhhh, peace. No noise, no endless chatter, just quiet.
And then there is Rufus. I am slowly coming to hate Rufus with a passion. Rufus is a dog. Well, not exactly a dog. He's a Pomeranian which doesn't qualify as a full-fledged dog in my book. And he barks. A lot. A whole lot. At everything. Or nothing. He just seems to really enjoy barking. Go to the bathroom and close the door, here comes Rufus barking at top volume. A car door closes outside. Rufus barks. At top volume. For a long time.
I really hate Rufus. If I decide to take a nap in the afernoon, can I sleep for an hour? Nooooo, Rufus finds some reason to bark. At top volume. For a long time. I really hate Rufus.
Time will pass and my busted hip will evetually heal. I'll get another job doing whatever my physical condition will allow. I'll get my own place. I'll enjoy the peace and quiet for a while. And I'm sure at some point I'll wish I had someone to talk with. But for now, that peace and quiet sure sounds good.
Did I mention that I really hate Rufus?