January 25, 2000
Home, Sweet Home (still)
Be it ever so humble. In the above picture, you can at least glimpse a lot of it. Off to the right leads into my bedroom. In the mirror you can see my laundry-covered washer and dryer. Hanging to the right of the mirror is my scroll from the SCA, officially making me a lady. On the coffee table are my tarot cards and a candle, and assorted gaming stuff. Just another lazy Sunday morning around my house.
Have I mentioned lately that I still really love my house? I'm usually too hectic in the morning to do the Cinderella thing anymore, but I still love it. I love living alone. Nobody to answer to, nobody to bug me, nobody that I'm going to bug... it's complete freedom in a lot of ways. I can have people over without asking for permission from somebody, or at least, without feeling like I'm intruding on someone.
I'm not intruding on anyone! Well, except maybe Max, but I can deal with him yelling at me. Which he does. Often. When I get home, I can hear him wailing inside the door before I'm even halfway there. He's a very whiny cat. Well, whiny or talkative. It depends mostly on the tone of the meow and what sort of mood I'm in when I hear it.
So I get home, Max greets me at the door. Well, either that or he's just trying to make a run for it, I haven't decided which. He follows me around the house until I sit down to let him jump in my lap, or until I pick him up. What follows next are several minutes of blissful ear-scritching and welcome home cuddling. (Which, come to think of it, would still be the case if I had a significant other instead of the cat.) Dinner is prepared/ordered/arranged, then I usually plop myself down in front of the computer. Note that one can do many things in front of the computer that are non-computer-related, such as read or watch TV or whatever. But, granted, most of my hobbies these days are computer-based in some way or another.
Don't ask me how late I stay up. You don't want to know. Bear in mind, though, that I work considerably later than your average eight-to-five world.
Posted by Lisa at January 25, 2000 08:12 PM
