Planning a private party
Big Friday night at home. Got the house to myself. I can kick back and let loose. Let’s see…
First of all, some music. A great occasion to sample Myspace. I mean, if I don’t know the artist, maybe I’ll be less prejudiced (in a good or bad way). The sound from the laptop won’t fill a concert hall, but the sentiment is there. Let’s see if I can break out of my Celtic Everything mold for a short while.
No sense letting an empty washer/dryer combo sit idle. Time to wash the sleeping bags. Not something I do very often, but summer is approaching. Imagine the pleasure of snuggling in a nylon mummy, near the ocean. OK, I’ll just imagine it, but my time will come, and the bag will be clean as much as cozy.
Supper; there’s cold pork in the fridge. Who needs more? The balance might be a bit off (says the family nutritionist), but this is a special occasion. There; already forgiven. And for dessert, I can mix grapes and chocolate ice cream, in whatever proportion meets my expectation.
Got some new magazines to check out. Shortwave radio, photography and American politics. No light reading for this lad. I could have had the car this evening, but the flea market and the malls will be there, tomorrow or whenever. Besides, I’m supposed to stop filling the house with things that only I need. The postal strike has been a real boon for that sentiment.
And when I get tired of my own company, I can always sleep. It won’t be long, now.
