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A Few Things Done
Jan. 29th, 2018 08:19 pmSo today I actually got a few things done. Which is somewhat remarkable, considering how late I got started. However, we won't belabor the point because I'd be embarrassed to have to say, with more specificity, how late I actually got up.
Anyway, I did a good-sized load of laundry, vacuumed the entire house except for the spare bedroom, and mounted a small coat rack on the wall of the upstairs office.
Also picked up my meds at the pharmacy, a salad for dinner, and a, um, <whispering> "beach romance," said to be "just the thing for those balmy days lying on a blanket with the sand between your toes."
Seriously, a reviewer actually said that. And, what's worse, I'd seen it in an online article about the book before I slid my credit card through the reader at the local Target.
The book is Jill Santopolo's The Light We Lost and it was published in the spring of 2017. Which may explain why it was suggested as a good read for one of those balmy days on the beach. But does not explain why I would've chosen to buy it. And read it.
You see, it's been a truly difficult day. For starters, I used the vacuum on its "deep clean" setting. You're familiar with that, right? No, really, go look at your vacuum. It's right next to the, um, what-cha-ma-call-it button. You'll know it when you see it. My point is that it's easily the machine's most challenging setting, and I had done most of the house that way.
I also feel compelled to mention that, many years ago, when my ex-wife was taking a lit class in summer school, the prof, who was a good ol' boy from Texas AND a graduate of the U.S. Merchant Marine Academy, used to warn the class not to linger in the doorway when the lecture was over because he'd be in a serious rush to get home for his afternoon soap operas on TV.
Based on that, and following an admittedly torturous trail of male-centric logic, I've managed to conclude that there's nothing inherently emasculating about reading a "beach romance," even in mid-winter.
I do, however, intend to take the precaution of wearing my official Mossy Oak jacket and cap while reading it, lest my "feminine side " should attempt to seize the moment, along with my, er, gender identity.
Anyway, dinner being officially over, I'm going to vacuum that last room and then sit down with whichever side of me it really is that enjoys "chic flicks" and "beach romances" and begin reading.
After which, I'm gonna go down to the basement and shoot holes in things. You know, just in case. And, um, E, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't mention that my daughter was always a better shot than I was...
LPK
Dreamwidth
1.29.2018
Anyway, I did a good-sized load of laundry, vacuumed the entire house except for the spare bedroom, and mounted a small coat rack on the wall of the upstairs office.
Also picked up my meds at the pharmacy, a salad for dinner, and a, um, <whispering> "beach romance," said to be "just the thing for those balmy days lying on a blanket with the sand between your toes."
Seriously, a reviewer actually said that. And, what's worse, I'd seen it in an online article about the book before I slid my credit card through the reader at the local Target.
The book is Jill Santopolo's The Light We Lost and it was published in the spring of 2017. Which may explain why it was suggested as a good read for one of those balmy days on the beach. But does not explain why I would've chosen to buy it. And read it.
You see, it's been a truly difficult day. For starters, I used the vacuum on its "deep clean" setting. You're familiar with that, right? No, really, go look at your vacuum. It's right next to the, um, what-cha-ma-call-it button. You'll know it when you see it. My point is that it's easily the machine's most challenging setting, and I had done most of the house that way.
I also feel compelled to mention that, many years ago, when my ex-wife was taking a lit class in summer school, the prof, who was a good ol' boy from Texas AND a graduate of the U.S. Merchant Marine Academy, used to warn the class not to linger in the doorway when the lecture was over because he'd be in a serious rush to get home for his afternoon soap operas on TV.
Based on that, and following an admittedly torturous trail of male-centric logic, I've managed to conclude that there's nothing inherently emasculating about reading a "beach romance," even in mid-winter.
I do, however, intend to take the precaution of wearing my official Mossy Oak jacket and cap while reading it, lest my "feminine side " should attempt to seize the moment, along with my, er, gender identity.
Anyway, dinner being officially over, I'm going to vacuum that last room and then sit down with whichever side of me it really is that enjoys "chic flicks" and "beach romances" and begin reading.
After which, I'm gonna go down to the basement and shoot holes in things. You know, just in case. And, um, E, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't mention that my daughter was always a better shot than I was...
LPK
Dreamwidth
1.29.2018
