It's simply a made to order Sunday. Dark and gloomy with steady rain falling, my fat Sunday newspaper waiting to be devoured and a dog on the mend snoring on the couch beside me. For those that have tentatively inquired, he is still with me. Nigella is cooking on TV dripping in British sex appeal. My legal pad and constant companion is full of "to do's" and "must buys", taunting me. I am trying to figure out how much of it I can put off to spend a truly decadent day doing nothing. I do need to get new drill bits for tomorrow's work, but can probably do that before or after my morning drive to Tempe. But I am out of milk and will not be able to survive without it, so it's looks as if I am going to have to take a shower after all.
Later...... the sun is setting but who would know? It hasn't come out all day much to my dismal delight. Phoenix has not had good rain for 2 years. Today qualified as good. I was out yesterday to do some hiking at Lake Pleasant. I am privileged to live within a 10 minutes drive to this man made lake in the middle of nowhere. I was struck by how green everything was. I do not ever remember the desert being this beautiful. It's generally drab sand grey dotted with saguaros, except for the rare blooming season when it is indeed a sight to behold. But I was amazed how the floor of the desert resembled rambling moss beneath the feet of the cactus residents affording them more respect than usual. With today's downpour, we are assured an amazing blooming springtime show and I can assure you, it will all be chronicled here. Another reason to stay tuned besides, of course my incredibly interesting life that you can't get enough of. I'm speaking to you Safari.
Later...... the sun is setting but who would know? It hasn't come out all day much to my dismal delight. Phoenix has not had good rain for 2 years. Today qualified as good. I was out yesterday to do some hiking at Lake Pleasant. I am privileged to live within a 10 minutes drive to this man made lake in the middle of nowhere. I was struck by how green everything was. I do not ever remember the desert being this beautiful. It's generally drab sand grey dotted with saguaros, except for the rare blooming season when it is indeed a sight to behold. But I was amazed how the floor of the desert resembled rambling moss beneath the feet of the cactus residents affording them more respect than usual. With today's downpour, we are assured an amazing blooming springtime show and I can assure you, it will all be chronicled here. Another reason to stay tuned besides, of course my incredibly interesting life that you can't get enough of. I'm speaking to you Safari.
(Sorry to bore the general public with inuendos) For the inside track, just email me and I'll fill ya in.
I can honestly and without shame, say that I took off yesterday's pajamas to put on tonight's. No clothes or shower in between. At least I changed! My newspaper is on the floor and I slipped on the glossy coupon inserts on my way to the bathroom damning their thrifty presence. The dishes in my sink, four days old are in the same water I left them in on Wednesday when I intended to wash them. The stench provoked me to toss in a chlorine tab from the pool stash to buy time. I'll get to it.
Don't judge me. I'm single, who cares.
This has been my favorite Sunday - ever, but I'm still out of milk.
1 comment:
Julie, be assured that I was yelled at by Little Girl and Big Man at 5 PM yesterday that we had to be at friends for dinner at 5:30 and I was still in my luxurious Victoria's Secret modal cotton pajama attire...don't tell anyone, but I even wore it to the grocery store...my black velvet coat with the fur covers a multitude of sins!
Your day sounds perfect and I now know you are my kind of gal...Coach bag, jammies all day, legal pad for lists...we may be sisters!
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