Sure it's quiet, and there's nobody to talk to, but I really don't feel like talking anyways, so it's all good.
Here are some things I did that I couldn't ordinarily do:
- I tried eggs, which I used to love and then about 9 years ago, all of the sudden started hating. To the point of gagging when I smelled them, kind of hate. (I think it had something to do with baking a cake with the kids at school one day, and one of them cracking open a rotten egg, right into the cake mix. Obviously we started over, but the damage was done.) But lately, I've been making a lot of eggs - scrambled eggs are Lil Girl's go-to meal, and fried eggs on toast are Youngest Nephew's, so there was a lot of egg making this summer. And the last couple of times I've made them, I found myself thinking "A little salt, some toast and bacon, and that yolk might actually be yummy," which is a big improvement over having to sing a song to distract myself from the fact that I was cooking eggs. But I haven't been brave enough to try them, the way I like them. There's just still an 'ick' factor. But this morning I figured, what the hell - I'll make them, and if I don't like them, there isn't anybody around to pester me into trying them a different way, or asking me why I don't like them, or to rail at me about wasting food. (Yes: I don't like to waste food either, but one egg isn't going to kill anybody.) Besides, it's not a waste - it's an experiment. Yeah, so - experiment concluded: FAIL. ALL CAPS FAIL. Still do not like eggs.
- I threw up. (See #1)
- I listened to the radio for two days straight: WERS' weekend line up is awesome. Including the Playground, just for nostalgia points. As quietly or loudly as I wanted to, not competing with anyone else's music or television or voices.
- I scrapped and semi-organized my scrap stuff, commandeering the table, the floors, the chairs and just leaving it all there overnight because I wasn't done. (Ordinarily, people would want to, you know, walk or sit or something, and I'd have had to put it all away and start over in the morning.)
- I kept the door open all night, which I never do, because Jebus forfend that I should actually be in some form of near sleep and hear someone in another part of the house: death to them! But with nobody here to make noise, I figured what the heck.
- I kept the porch light on all night, which is slightly paranoid. I didn't want to have to flip it on if somebody rang the bell, because then they would know someone was home and I would have to answer the door. This way, if I didn't want to answer the door, I didn't have to, but I could still see who it was. (And yes, the doorbell actually did ring twice this weekend: Once was the delivery guy who brought me disgusting food (see #2) and the other time was a guy Dad works with whose mother is our neighbor. He brought us cookies his wife had made. I will answer the door for cookies ANYTIME.)
Not too much, really. No orgies, to the disappointment of some corrupt family members. No parties, because I am not 17 and this is not a movie from 1986. Nothing reckless (although I was sorely tempted to try the shower on my own, even I am not that stupid) or even really that interesting. Just a little alone time, which is hard for me as far as taking care of myself physically (argh - why is there so much eating that has to be done?), but I think it was something that helped me take care of myself emotionally. I don't know about you, but I start to get a little growly if there are always people around. And closing my door doesn't always close out the rest of the house, so it was just a nice little break from what passes for normal around here.
How's your weekend going?