Tomorrow is an open house in Beanspore, WA. You should all come. I’m thinking, with the economy the way it is, and given the location, it’s very likely NO ONE will come. Ordinarily, the Love of my life would be hosting the year’s big event, but he has to show houses, so I’ve been elected. I don’t remember running. I tried to run, when I learned I’d been elected. Didn’t work.
So, the next thing I did was start the mental list: Things to Take to Mitigate a Mind-numbing Three Hours. I ruled out wine, just in case someone DID come. I also ruled out the dog, since I left him in the Southwest along with my heart. So, here’s my absolute minimum list:
Book (Patrick O’Brian, The Yellow Admiral), notebook and pen, knitting project, camera.
I don’t know if I like that order. That probably indicates that I COULD actually do without one or more of those absolute necessities. I don’t like to think of it that way. I just like to make lists and rearrange them. And I like to plan for hard times. Fill up water jugs, buy dried food, amass wool and needles. You have your ideas of hard times and I have mine.
Maybe I should take some Evian and a baggy of trail mix. I’ll let you know if I make it through.
3 Comments
October 12, 2008 at 1:29 am
My dearest Pasta,
I think the Love of Your Life was just trying to full fill your Bore Wish.
Love, Granola
October 13, 2008 at 11:25 am
What is it, exactly? And how did it go? There must be a hidden blessing in there – like you got some quiet time and George has houses to show? ! How is the market there….
October 14, 2008 at 2:01 am
Housing market icky. Bore wish fulfilled. Knitted fourteen rows of a new sweater before realizing I’d made a mistake on row seven. Rip. Grumble. Rip. Grumble. But it was quiet and the house was pretty, so I walked upstairs and looked out the windows, now and then. Never had to resort to the trail mix. I’m saving it for an even harder time….