Because the weather has been too beautiful to justify being inside, I haven’t exactly been playing Susie Homemaker much around the old homestead. Laundry is piling up in the hampers, on the stairs, and even, yes, in the dining room. The dishes could use some attention. The books and magazines I keep meaning to get to, well, they’re feeling a little neglected. Truth be told, the house is starting look like someone broke in and was desperately looking for something. My home could easily be the opening setting for a very special episode of Law & Order.
So, what I have been doing instead? LIVING. It’s this lovely thing, where I go to work, decide what I’d most like to do, and just go do it. Whenever possible, it involves sunshine, cocktails, and BC. And laughing until my stomach hurts. Friday, I made my way over to Gist Street to see a poetry reading, then danced until I was good and sweaty at 80’s Night, then continued the dance party into the wee hours at our favorite dive-y after hours spot. Saturday, a pilgrimage to the Waffle House for hangover food, blankets in BC’s yard with a gang of drop-in friends, Mexican, and ended the day on the couch watching The Hangover. And Sunday? Sipped coffee over the New York Times and then gained 19 pounds gorging myself on ham, three kinds of potato, and chocolate cheesecake at BC’s parents’ house for the Easter festivities.
In other words? I have done nothing useful except making myself entirely happy. And since I haven’t been home, I haven’t had to worry about the mess. I’m not sure Martha Stewart would approve, but you know what? I approve. And Spring? Keep it coming, baby. The other stuff can wait until those April showers rear their ugly heads.
Until then, I’ll be the short redhead, laughing and dancing, cocktail in hand.