October 10, 2005

Candy

I decided when I got up this morning that I wasn't going to get any work done today, so why even try, especially since I have work but no looming deadlines.

I did chores instead. I tidied up some of the reams of papers and magazines and trashy books that have collected on the dining table. I set up a new architect's lamp on my desk. I did a little laundry and went to the post office. Today is Columbus Day, so I couldn't go in and instead dropped my outgoing mail (it's really extroverted) into the box on the curb.

I watched The Red Pony, which I'd put on the Netflix queue when I realized that, though I'm very familiar with Aaron Copeland's score, I'd never seen the film. Well, I still like the score, but goodness! It's a really bad idea to teach your pony how to unlatch the barn door. Also, the youthful Robert Mitchum draping himself delectably over the fences makes up for the sad bits.

I ran the vacuum and pondered why I spend more time coming up with excuses not to vacuum than it actually takes me to run the vacuum. Although the new, not-so-unexcusable excuse is that the set of vacuum-running motions really hurts my hip where it got fractured last year.

I went for a walk.

And then I sat on the couch, reading Josephine Tey and eating candy. First, a piece of Belgian chocolate cut into chunks. Then a piece of Men's Pocky. Then a piece of Chinese candy, ostensibly almond flavor, although all the "flavors" taste mostly like peanuts and sugar. Then a piece of salt water taffy from Chincoteague, actually made on the island by grouchy Christians with a sign on the door of their store about how this is a "family" store so you'd better have your body properly covered. Then more Chinese candy. And so on.

Finally Oz came home and we had dinner. He tried to convince me that I should work off all that candy by going to the gym this evening. This was very amusing. We discussed things to do with all the piles of not very good books (sometimes Oz buys novels based on video games). Now he is napping and I am writing all about me.

386 words | October 10, 2005 08:10 PM | Real true story