Saturday, August 19, 2006

piddling

I don't think I have words to describe how much I LOVE SATURDAY MORNINGS. I love love love to piddle, but I'm not a natural piddler. Piddling has certain environmental requirements for me - MY OWN reasonably neat home, sunshine, and no pressing deadlines, to name a few. Iced tea and walkable neighborhoods are also preferred. When I woke up this morning, I realized all of my requirements have been met. I don't have to work, the house is in general working order (although the finer points - picture frames and candles and such - still remain in boxes behind a shut door that will probably stay shut for another weekend), and I have no plans. So here I sit, listening to Bruce Springsteen, banana bread in the oven, reveling in my ability to piddle this Saturday morning.

For the first time in a year, I feel like I have the wherewithall to complete a thought.

5 comments:

Heather said...

I did some piddling. Made my mom's birthday card and a card for my Barnabus Friend. I also filled out and submitted my FAFSA, washed a load of towels, reconstructed the car seat I had to take apart and clean puke off of yesterday and I checked the mail (difficult task, I know).

I am having an odd day. I am torn between a desire to get out of the house and just DO something and the need to cry over who knows what. Must be the combo of new meds and Aunt Flo. *gr*

aubrey said...

AAAHHHHH. Sounds like "southland in the springtime". I wish i had those days!

buf said...

happy piddling, Stog!!! (j)

buf said...

p.s. I had a dream Asher was born but you decided not to name him Asher. I forget what you DID name him...but I was all disappointed in the dream :) I love the name Asher!! (jab)

Stephanie said...

Well, at this point, he's still Asher. =)