7 November 2006

Horses? What horses?

The house is blissfully quiet.

I am alone.

I sleep late; recovering, rejuvenating. Refreshing.

I could never live by myself. Three days of it is enough to show me that by the end of a week I'd be in my jarmies until three o'clock, eating peas straight from the saucepan and pulling clothes from the unfolded laundry pile on the rare occasions that I needed to leave the house to buy milk.

Maybe I'd just buy a housecow and become a total recluse. Stay home, raise chooks and keep bees.




Today is the day when on the other side of the city, they do this.

I don't miss it a bit.

16 comments:

Martina said...

I'd be right there with you if I could! What are chooks?

blackbird said...

I was just wondering how everyone is liking living there...

Surfing Free said...

Me to! I would never shower, I'd sleep and creep around the house in the same clothes, and I'd become unable to talk to anyone is a scarily short period of time.

I read somewhere that some wit thought it best that we all act like someone is watching us, even when we are alone. Where's the fun in that??!

Stomper Girl said...

I figure with 3 boys in your brood, plus houseguests, you're entitled to a bit of R&R.
Are you going to sloth your way out of bed to actually watch the race on the box?

shula said...

Welcome to my life. I'm on a mission to see just how out there I can get. I have Mym with me, so I am connected to the earth just enough to discuss meals, but she does her own thing as well, and we just sort of float off into the ether together.

Such a strange, twilight way to live, but I must say it's doing my health no end of good.

littlejennywren said...

Here, here. Life stops in little Tassie too when that race is on. I went a couple of times as a student and that was enough. As a home based person there are no office sweeps or cup lunches and I don't miss it at all.

Emma said...

I forgot about the horses and the kids had to tell me who won. I don't make a very good gambler.

I would also make a very good recluse.

carolyn said...

same here. would never wear anything but pajamas... :)

Elizabeth said...

Perhaps this is the wrong time to bring this up :) recovering from washing other people's intimates and lying around in your pj's and all ...but did you ever finish the Swing Jacket?
I was curious to see how that one turned out.
(I'm seem to be commenting off topic everywhere today, don't take it personally)

sueeeus said...

Oh but isn't that the life?!

telfair said...

Suse -- you and me both. I am passionately fond of jammies although I have luckily married a man who is as supportive of them as I am.

If I were to live alone, I'd basically be eating crisps and red wine as my major food groups.
Living with health nut GB pressures me to consume fruit & veg, which is good.

--erica said...

I'm sitting at 3pm in my jammies...the kids are home.
I am in trouble.

Em said...

I had to force myself to go to my Melbourne Cup "luncheon". Would have much rather stayed at home. How do I end up at these things?!

lk said...

I am staying in my pjs at this stage for days at a time - they fit, so I just change into clean ones every so often... LOL.

I mailed you a new package. This time, I taped something to an advertisement inside a holiday edition of Interweave's knitting magazine and didn't list this something on the exterior... so we shall see...:> Oooh, and sent along some Pez refills for your littles.

Your package arrived- how sweet-something for all the littles and I LOVE THE WRISTWARMERS!!!!Gorgeous, just gorgeous.
What is it about teeny mittens that makes them so wonderfully cute and that HAT!!! Thank you!!

BabelBabe said...

i could happily live by myself.

i could live down the street from you and make you change out of your jammies every now and then, if you'd like...

Kim said...

mmm jarmies until 3pm. bliss.