Amazingly uncharacteristic optimism

Yesterday I decided that I really wanted ice. Ice in a glass. Crushed ice. Surrounded by icy cold liquid of some kind. So despite the fact that it is the weekend—and I NEVER get dressed or step outside on the weekends—I went to the store.

Then, as if getting dressed and going out into the sun wasn’t enough, I went to Lowe’s and bought some plants. That’s right. I have hanging ivy pots and a deep purple petunia on my front porch—AND I dug the wind chimes out of the basement and hung them up too. I haven’t put plants or the wind chimes outside since the summer of 2001.

2002. 2003. 2004. 2005. Nothing.

It’s not really clear what made me think I could accomplish this yesterday. My house is a wreck. Junk is stacked everywhere. Christmas stuff that I haven’t put away. Things I didn’t unpack after CCCC. Recent piles from the Lubbock trip. Yet I decided to make the front porch pleasant. I dunno why.

I did get the ice too, btw. Now if I’d write up all the CW notes.