Sep 22, 2009 22:13
an old house has sounds, especially night sounds. as i stirred a bit of ginger into soup tonight, i heard a pitter, a pattering. water dripping? i've heard that before, and do not want to hear it again, at least not suddenly, as when the ceiling started to drip. mouse feet? more frequent, more likely, but not that, either. i turned to see a pasta ring, dropped earlier from the wrong end of the box as i opened it, rolling downhill (west, in our kitchen) across the floor, to topple as it ran into a cabinet. a benign and amusing noise, although initially unnerving.
pasta,
farmhouse,
noises,
night,
farm,
the pasta rolls in on little mouse feet