For about the third weekend in a row, I am having a lazy day, with nothing to do but a few chores. This is still a new enough phenomenon that I’m glorying in it, even appreciating a few moments of boredom here and there. Yesterday, I even wasted a bit of time waiting for and then having a pedicure. Unheard of luxury -- I’m speaking here of the wasted time, not the toenail maintenance. This is the last of my streak of lazy weekends, anyhow, since we’ll be traveling for next weekend’s regatta.
The rest of the day will consist of finishing my laundry, grocery shopping, and maybe a bit more exciting shopping for some more much-needed bookshelves. My paperbacks are double-shelved these days, and there are hardbacks resting on the tops of other hardbacks. I would say that they seem to multiply when I’m not watching, except I know just how much money, how many hours’ earnings, I’ve spent on each conglomeration of paper, glue, pasteboard, and words.
It’s worth it though; I would probably have spent the money anyway, on something less worthy. Even if I’d saved it, more money in the bank or in the stock market would never have satisfied me as well as a houseful of books.
Posted by dichroic at June 17, 2001 08:31 AM