Termites and other pesty thoughts


When removing the rotting floor from our bathroom, my husband discovered and we’ve had confirmed the presence of termites.  As the professionals were quick to tell us, termites eat 24/7 – they never sleep.  And, they are expensive to exterminate.  While our bathroom has been transformed into a beautiful space, I am now joining the termites in restlessness.  Sleep escapes me and this semi-concious early morning state finds me itchy and unable to settle to anything productive.  Writing isn’t having its usual soothing effect.  I fancy I hear the sound of multiple jaws masticating the wood in my home.  Multiple, miniscule jaws working away at the job nature gave them to digest and reduce wood to dust.  Just as I and everyone I know will eventually become dust, my home is being pulpified.  We all try to hold off the inevitable and unenviable affects of aging.  Exercising, eating right, avoiding all the no’s on the doctors list.  Well, everyone except my husband, who has now smoked for the past 3 years after a 27 year hiatus.  Not to mention….well, anyway, we all have our little vices.  Too bad secondhand smoke gives me headaches.  I’m doomed anyway.  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, as the saying goes.