To say I am a homebody would be quite the understatement. I just love being home, in my little sanctuary. Especially in the winter, when those bitter winds are wrapping themselves around my chilled-to-the-bone body. I feel like I am running around so much these days, that a whole day of not having to go anywhere is, indeed, a treasure. Seriously, I don’t even want to drive the mile and a half to our feed store, and I will not venture so far as to the mailbox. These cherished days at home, with absolutely nothing on the agenda, excite me as much, I think, as a trip to Hawaii would someone else. Obviously, my needs and wants are simple.
And today is one of those glorious days, as was yesterday. Ah, two stay-at-home days in a row. Unheard of! Oh, I have big plans, most of which will be carried out in my flannel nightie. I will write my column (which I am doing right now), and I will read and I will watch reruns of “House.” I will spend some time on the book I am writing for my Swedish grandson. (He, of course, is the hero of the story.) I will lollygag on the phone with friends. I will revel in my Christmas lights, which will be with me until the spring. I might do some coloring as I listen to some soul-soothing music. I’m sure popcorn will wiggle its way into the day at some point. I will not-I repeat, not-be cleaning the house, as this is, after all, my mini vacation. Today I am a lady of leisure. Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to sweep up a couple of the larger dust bunnies. But all in all, it’s a day when the world stops just outside my door, and I am recharging my batteries, so to speak, so that when I re-enter the world, I am ready to go.
Friends tell me they get bored if they spend too much time at home. I never do. To use a term my folks often used, I love putzing around the house. Just doing whatever my little heart desires. Staying in the moment. In the warm seasons I am outside all afternoon reading. In the summer I will be swirling around in my pool. None of this ever gets old for me.
I wonder if these days would feel so golden if I had a whole slew of them, one after another, thus making them not quite so much the occasional treat, but rather a routine matter. I think they would still hold great delight for me. Oh, I wouldn’t want to spend every day just schlepping back and forth between the couch and the fridge. (Or would I!) I would head out the door from time to time. But I do suspect that I was meant for a life of leisure. Only someone did not get the memo!
So tomorrow I will enter the world again. I will be responsible again. I will do what needs to be done. But today-today is mine to have and to hold, in any manner I see fit. Today there are no bills to worry about or obligations to meet. Today is golden. Today I am in my own little paradise. In my flannel nightie, of course.