I was at home by myself for a good part of the day today...and it was fabulous.
I did get out for a while to do some kid-free shopping, and of course I did my usual driving/wrangling/domestic diva routine after school got out. But the real zen moments were those few hours when the house was all mine. Dogs were sleeping, noise was muted, and I puttered around quite happily with not a productive thought in mind. It was just what I needed.
I drank coffee and read the newspaper. I fiddled on the computer. I shot down taking a nap, but only because I was enjoying myself too much to sleep. And around lunchtime I spent an hour doing my signature "oh my god, I have the house to myself" move. I made a huge bowl of popcorn and flopped on the couch with a book. A Little House on the Prairie book, to be specific. It's usually the same thing. Popcorn and Laura Ingalls Wilder. Sometimes I read something else, but not often. During these few hours of solitude, these tend to be the books I turn toward. What in the world does this mean? Is there a prairie/popcorn connection I'm not aware of?
Anyone else have quirky little rituals like this?
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM