avanta7 | Guess I should get dressed now...

I've puttered around the house all morning, getting tiny things accomplished. The cobwebs have been swept off the windows and walls in our little courtyard. The herb garden and flowers out there are watered. One load of laundry is washed. And the menu for the week is done.

It's this last accomplishment that's prompted me to realize I must prepare myself to be seen in public. I need some food items from the grocery store -- chili paste, cucumbers, onion, COFFEE!! -- and I'm nearly out of laundry supplies. My car needs its gas tank filled. I should also exchange our movies at the video store.

I told

markgharris the other day that one of the best things about my new house is its distance from town. Virtually no light pollution allows the ageless night sky to gleam and glow and fascinate for hours.

Unfortunately, the distance is one of the worst things too. Any trip to town for errands must be carefully plotted to take maximum advantage. It's not like I can just run down to the corner store anymore if I forget to pick up milk.

I could procrastinate. After all, there's plenty more to do at home, like mopping the floors, or vacuuming, or dusting, or putting down more shelf liner (yes, I've been in this house more than four months and have yet to finish laying shelf liner). I could even hose the dust and dirt off the driveway and patio, or take aim at the wasp-nests-under-construction with the jet nozzle. It's a sad state of affairs, isn't it, to have become a woman would rather stay home and destroy wasp nests than go to town on weekends.

But procrastination won't get dinner on the table for a spouse who told me before he left for work this morning that he was planning on being very hungry when he got home.

*sigh*

Time to pretend I'm a responsible adult. Damn.