Recipe for a day spent alone:
sleep in. sleep in a good long time. Sleep more than you've slept in weeks. Rise to the surface of your waking self about 9:30 AM, shake your head, and try to comprehend the beauty which is feeling well-rested.
Stumble into the shower. Lean on the wall for a while. Wake all the way up.
Curl up on the bed for a while. Think about what you'll do today.
Go to the grocery store for a new mop and broom. Notice that Trader Joe's is now open a hop, skip, and a jump away. Shriek with glee and frighten pedestrians. Purchase an advent calendar and gingerbread men.
For lack of any better ideas, think about cleaning. Do the rest of the dishes. Pick up the living room. Decide, "what the hell, might as well do all of it." Clean the entire first floor.
Drop into chair. Finish Stranger in a Strange Land.
Decide to see "Mansfield Park".
Drive past theater, decide that it's not worth standing in line in the rain.
Drive to the U District, see "Being John Malkovich" at the Neptune. Marvel at the Neptune heads with glowing blue eyes on the wall. Walk out of the theater humming "Livin' La Vida Malkovich" under your breath. Wonder if anyone else has thought of that joke.
Go to Taco Bell. On purpose.
Come home. Log on. Write journal entry.
It was a good day.
I do enjoy time spent alone. It helps me rest and recharge, and when I get to clean, it's even better. Cleaning is an activity that helps me put my brain in order. It's kind of like a meditation, only it's a meditation that gets things done outside as well as inside.And I'm ever so much calmer after I clean. There's a definite facet of me that hates disorder and only rests when my surroundings are at least neat if not necessarily clean. [only my place, though. other people's houses bother me not a whit. it's a nesting thing, I think.]
If I had a digital camera I'd take pictures. The place is never this clean.
And now I'm sitting here singing along with the piano on Skyline Firedance. Earlier, I zoomed around the house with the vaccum, the Monster Who Eats Kitties, and the felines are now sulking. Silly things.
A quiet Saturday night here at Madstop.
And now, I'm unaccountably tired.It is obviously bedtime.
there's a corresponding into the wreck entry for today....do you have the key?how goes the war?
taco bell....on purpose? highly strange.
