Friday, April 10, 2009

my daybook

home alone

Put Rach on the plane today. Now it's just me and Joeby hangin' out til Tuesday. I made eggplant in black bean sauce last night, and was planning to have it for supper today with no-one to complain about the look/smell of such. Went to work for a while and did the things that needed doing, came home and it was almost five o'clock so I thought, ok, I'll have my dinner. Read my book while I was eating my lovely eggplant, but by ten after five it was all done and cleared away and I looked at the clock and thought, "now what?". Had a nap, Mum phoned to ask if I was lonely, and woke me up, which she always thinks is funny. Then I was contemplating a walk when the phone rang again, and it was an invitation to go do Ukrainian Easter eggs. So I went to do that, but I'm home again now, making toast and thinking about going to bed.

In the solitude I can listen to CBC in the kitchen, (it's playing right now) and not have the tv on if I don't want to, talk to the dog and my plants, take really long baths (we only have one bathroom and someone always has to go) hang around in my pajamas and watch as many back-to-back episodes of The First 48 as I want without anybody demanding to play Call of Duty, play my guitar without an audience (I still suck).

I've got a book I've been waiting to read, we're planning a service for Easter Sunday that should be quite beautiful, and tomorrow if the weather's nice I'm going to walk across the bay and take some pictures. I'm invited to Easter dinner with the other abandoned spouses, I'm making a ham, Peter's making a turkey and Gord's promised pumpkin pie and other stuff. (Karen and Patti, their spouses, are in Italy with Miguel and all the kids.)