I can hear the sound of tapping coming from the downstairs bathroom. The girls must be downstairs practicing again - and the linoleum floor in the bathroom (which is also the laundry room and the location of the big chest freezer) provides a good surface for it...not to mention a door to block out some of the noise. But, even with the door shut, they can still be heard.
It's all part of living with another family, and a family with three girls under the age of 13, no less. It's fun...and there is always something going on. Sometimes it's drums, violin, dancing, singing, music...the only sound that really seems to stick out is the occasional silence, which often seems louder than any of the other noises.
It's a lesson in living - becoming a part of another family - and learning to compromise, interact, react, and function when you're no longer on your own. But I love it.
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