Last night, in our newly-spanking-clean (well, mostly) living room, we unwound a little bit.
BDH was at his computer, doing some work. He had iTunes running, going through all the thousands of songs we have, and cleaning up the ones that we don’t want that are just taking up space. And he had one of those desk lamps on that throws off a warm glow.
The rest of the room was dark. I sat flopped on the big comfy chair, in the dark, listening to the music. I love that.
There’s nothing that relaxes me more in the world than to listen to music in the dark. I just unwind completely, and feel so much more positive. I’ve always done it.
When I was a little girl, I’d sneak out of bed and go downstairs to the den where my dad would be playing records. And even though it was past my bedtime, I’d sit on the couch cuddled up next to my dad and listen to the music. I think I even remember a few times when my mom would be there, too.
When I was a teenager I’d fall asleep listening to my walkman in the dark.
When I lived on my own, I’d sit at the window and watch the world and listen to the live to air broadcasts on the weekends. With Bubby, of course.
When we got a house of our own, and BDH was working late or out with friends, the girls and I would listen to music in the dark. Sometimes we’d have a dance party.
I don’t do it very much anymore. But these days, I’m stressed. So it was a welcome break.
I think I’m going to need a few more of these evenings before the adoption process is complete.