man, it's early out!
Jun. 15th, 2006 06:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7The astonishing thing about summer is how early it gets so light. I do become a bit of a morning person in the summer. I've been up since 4:15 now, and I've taken out the trash and recycling, watered the front lawn/garden, watered the tomatoes and peppers (Burpee informs me that your tomatoes always need water! OK, Burpee, I'll water them! Thanks for the email!) washed the garbage can, done a load of dishes in the dishwasher and a few by hand, watered all the houseplants, and stirred the compost. It's not seven o'clock yet.
I have only three days to myself, while Z is in Little Rock. (I got him to the airport in time, by the way. The issue with the flight times is that American Airlines is changing its flight schedule, so that the 6:30 am flight becomes a 6:00 am flight, and today was the first day of the change, and not everyone had been notified-- so it was likely they'd be holding the plane a bit anyway. Still and all, it was a nice last-minute bit of panic.)
I am left pondering the fact that I have never lived alone. I had planned on doing so, at one point. I still occasionally fantasize about my own little place all to myself with no one to interfere in my devices. I like to think I'd be more productive. But I don't think so. And my innate sense of economy could not rest easy knowing that it's cheaper to have a roommate.
Also I'd miss Z.
But I have never lived alone. I have always had a roommate, or two, or four. And I'm still kind of a slob, and would probably be worse on my own. Still and all, sometimes I wonder what it would be like.
Maybe I'll clean the house, while I have it to myself. Ha, or maybe I'll be a complete slob. I'd been joking that I should have a big crazy party on Saturday night, but, um, I have to pick Z up at the airport at midnight on Saturday, so if I did, it'd have to be over early.
I have only three days to myself, while Z is in Little Rock. (I got him to the airport in time, by the way. The issue with the flight times is that American Airlines is changing its flight schedule, so that the 6:30 am flight becomes a 6:00 am flight, and today was the first day of the change, and not everyone had been notified-- so it was likely they'd be holding the plane a bit anyway. Still and all, it was a nice last-minute bit of panic.)
I am left pondering the fact that I have never lived alone. I had planned on doing so, at one point. I still occasionally fantasize about my own little place all to myself with no one to interfere in my devices. I like to think I'd be more productive. But I don't think so. And my innate sense of economy could not rest easy knowing that it's cheaper to have a roommate.
Also I'd miss Z.
But I have never lived alone. I have always had a roommate, or two, or four. And I'm still kind of a slob, and would probably be worse on my own. Still and all, sometimes I wonder what it would be like.
Maybe I'll clean the house, while I have it to myself. Ha, or maybe I'll be a complete slob. I'd been joking that I should have a big crazy party on Saturday night, but, um, I have to pick Z up at the airport at midnight on Saturday, so if I did, it'd have to be over early.
