A brief description of my daily schedule this week:
8:00 am: wake up to the gentle nuzzling of Nutmeg, a
yellow lab
8:30 am: watch Will & Grace while drinking coffee
9:00 am: read newspaper and write in journal while Ben
taunts me, "Ooh, I'm writing in my journal! Ben's so
dreamy!"
9:50 am: leave for work with Ben
10:00-4:00: fulfill my childhood dream of working in
an office (which I would indulge by "playing office"):
tippity-type, send important sounding memos, exert my
authority over the phone by placing people on hold at
random intervals
4:30: ride around the property with Ben on our John
Deere tractor, singing Green Acres song
5:00: begin preparing dinner
7:00: the battle with Ben for the remote control
begins
10:00: lounge in hot tub under the stars while gazing
out at the dark sea
11:00: read P.D. James in bed until I fall asleep and
have nightmares
Ain't it the life? This week we are housesitting for
Ben's office manager, and I also get to fill in for
her at the office! And I don't need to come in until
10 am!
Our new pretend home is on 13 acres overlooking City
of Refuge. I can almost hear the Hawaiian
kapu-breakers as they run for their lives. The owners
are trying to start a coffee farm, and have equipped
it with all the dude ranch essentials: giant gas
grill, lanai with retractable awning, a beautiful
outdoor shower made out of lava rock, and the hot tub.
I'm in for a rude awakening if--I mean when--I start
working at the school again. But for now, it sure is
fun. Tonight: steaks (for Ben), macaroni and cheese
(for me), and a new Workout. I can't go to the gym
because a) it's now 40 minutes from where we're living
and b) I have homework to do. I'll try to do a few
squats as I watch Jackie and her posse, while drinking
a nice Chenin Blanc.
3 comments:
Hey, you're hanging out in our future crib! Except we don't quite have 13 acres. Or a nice lava rock shower. Or a hot tub. Or even a home. But sheeeeet. That don't matter, right? All we need is a tent and a couple of Malolo syrup bottles filled with water so we can shower and it will be almost the same thing!
It's funny...someday I'll be living just a few miles from your parents, and Layersh' has a lot down there too. If you sit in for Beth, and Ben is Leeanne, maybe someday it will be just like old times!
will you sell us a quarter of one of your many acres? in this market, that is all we can ever hope to afford. i'm not kidding.
PS- the Malolo bottles reminds me of a hilarious anecdote from when Theo was visiting. It combines the sweet humor of bathing with the crude, salacious variety you used in a recent comment on my blog. Hint: it referred to a masseur. get it? (i'll write about it soon.)
PPS--seriously, will you sell us, like, maybe half an acre of your land? we'd pay top dollar, even if it's leasehold.
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