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:
I'd be right there with you if I could! What are chooks?
I was just wondering how everyone is liking living there...
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??!
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?
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.
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.
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.
same here. would never wear anything but pajamas... :)
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)
Oh but isn't that the life?!
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.
I'm sitting at 3pm in my jammies...the kids are home.
I am in trouble.
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?!
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!!
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...
mmm jarmies until 3pm. bliss.
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