L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Burglar Redux and Beyond

June 28, 2010 on 8:52 am | Join the conversation. You know you want to. | In General Musing, Travel

It happened again! And just two days after snoozing through the invasion of the trash collectors.

Why is it that a bird chirping outside my window at 4 am can roust me irreconcilably from slumberland, but large humans tromping about the house at 1 am can’t drag me from sleep’s iron grip?

This time it was my sister and her husband and they were expected. They were passing through Seattle on their way home from their coincidental Hawaiian vacation and wanted to crash here for a day or two. I didn’t know they meant it so literally. I gave them a key since they had a late arriving flight and was not surprised when I woke Sunday morning that I hadn’t heard them arrive. After all, when one let’s oneself into someone’s house in the wee smalls, one usually tip toes about and speaks in hushed tones. If at all.

Except.

My sister thought we had left on our vacation Saturday morning and here it was very early Sunday. They turned on lights, chattered, did laundry, traipsed around the house. Naked.

I may make a lousy princess when it comes to sleep sensibilities, but once again I am both disturbed and relieved that I missed all the fun.

Now that I am actually on vacation, I can rest assured that the security of my home is no worse with me not in the house than with me in it.