When you are alone in the house, you don't have to play by the rules. You can get up, walk around, eat stuff you are not supposed to, blog all night, etc. Frankly, my eating is off, and a good thing too, I am losing weight like crazy but my clothes still fit. (drat!) Also, I am not eating like a hog, but I decided not to cook for a while. You do not know what a relief that is!
I picture myself just tossing out what's in the fridge, day by day, as if in a short film:
Monday: smell milk, if questionable, spill down sink, rinse jug and put in recycling container. All of this is taken from a rear view as if the camera is behind me.
Tuesday: Attack the veg bin, look for leakage or soppy vegetables, put in compost pile, clean out drawer.
You get the general picture. I can take all the canned stuff to the food bank at the church across the street. For some reason they specialize in harboring immigrants. Go figure people out, I sure don't understand it, but maybe they will love my old cans of chinese mushrooms and water chestnuts. (I like to be prepared for all contingencies).
So, the big deal is that I got a glass of ice water, and came up to write this. I was asleep but a wrong number woke me at 12:30 and I spent some time switching back and forth between Jimmy Fallon and Craig Ferguson. They were both pretty funny, but I hate the comercials.
I'm sleeping on half the bed. It saves a lot of bed making time in the morning. That's another rule you can break. You can sleep any way you want, sideways, for instance, but I don't recommend it. Bad feng shui.
This is not as funny as I had envisioned it. I had some deal in my head about making something with the "magic bullet blender" that you buy on paid for TV. I forget what I was thinking of making now, so that's lame. Those deals are so bizarre. I can just see people at home thinking; yeah, that seems like such a great deal, and I can give the extra (fill in the blank here) to my sister... but of course, they are mostly crap, plastic crap, made in china and guaranteed to break very soon after opening and quizzling around with the chinese goofy translated instructions. (as if anyone ever reads instructions).
The Ikea instructions are goofy too, in that they are mostly pictograms, but odd. Why should I put the dried cod in the sofa bed, you are wondering, looking at the booklet. Where can I put all these stupid allen wrenches after the book case is together that I won't lose them? They end up in the kitchen junk drawer, and eventually you find them and toss them because you forgot what they go to, and then the book case starts to wobble..... you know how that works.
The other night I went to the movies alone. It's little screening room, and I was the only one there. I took a seat in a minimally uncomfortable tub chair with a table, arranged my water and gummy bears, and had a little show just for me. How decadent, and indeed how wonderful.
I saw The Extra Man starring Kevin Kline (he was in A Fish Called Wanda). This one was kind of a strange movie. He was a down on his luck ex-playwright who is a walker for old women in New York, and he rents part of his crappy apartment to a young man with a curiosity about women's undergarments. Yeah, it got a bit wierd, but it was oddly uplifting, and had a happy ending. I laughed, I cried, yada yada yada, I'm not so good with book reports or movie reviews, as you may have noticed. Anyway, it was pretty stupendous. And then I walked the 2 blocks back home where I could do anything I wanted, and didn't.
What do you do alone in the house? Tell me a story. I'm thinking of sending a prize to the winner. It's a secret prize. Might be on my Etsy Store. http://chandeluse.etsy.com/ tell me what you might pick.