Settling in for Spring

Anthony is on the couch watching a movie eating chicken. His Africa hoody is draped over the back of our leather couch, matching Pumas in the corner. He's lounging. With his legs spread and his torso supported by his arm.
Mom is on the computer in the sun room. The sun has long since set and now the only light that illuminates her frame is what is shining head on from the screen. She sits in a straight backed kitchen chair, slightly hunched over the keyboard. Her hand poised on the mouse... ready to conquer and divide. Haha, those darn cards...
Ham is in his room. Downloading, typing, watching TV. Today he let Anthony take a buzzer to his head. All his glorious Samson locks covered my bathroom floor. Now those well grown hairs blanket the bottom of the trash can that sits at the end of our driveway. Tomorrow is trash day.
Albert. Busy Albert. He's buzzing around. Cell phone to house phone. Kitchen for scrounging to fill a belly that has emptied over the past week. Then off to his portable office; his car, our dining room table, the living room. Always in passing. Consulting a mother in the sun room. Falling asleep awkwardly on the couch, the bed, the floor, all three at once. Albert is home.
Then dear Alexus. Chewy, sleepy, sporadic Alexus. Searching for a game, a quick rub behind the ears, or an easy snatch at a morsel of food. Her only busy-bodied rival would be Albert. Neither can settle on a home.
And I... I write, I play guitar, dream, imagine.. saunter upstairs to visit the happenings. Nothing new... drink some water.
*sigh, it's comfortable the way we live this Sunday. The lazy day for our family