On my days off I like to be still, to just sit in one spot most of the day. That doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things. I just like to do them while being in that one spot. For instance, today I did several loads of laundry, but I was only up long enough to put clothes in and out of the washer and the dryer, and on and off of the drying racks. But the brunt of the work was done after, while sitting in this one spot folding and placing those same clothes on the couch and ottoman. At one point I had a regular mountain of neatly folded clothes next to me while Taylor Swift sang Christmas music in the background. She’s magical.
Don’t get me wrong. I like making plans, going out and doing things in an orderly fashion, like bowling, watching a movie, or just strolling down the boulevard with mates of mine, but if given a choice I would prefer to hole up at home in my jammies with my plush robe wrapped tightly around me and sit in this one spot for as long as I can before my butt goes numb. That’s just me.
Like Sheldon Cooper I have a special spot where my butt has made an indentation on the cushion. Every month or so I flip it over so I can imprint on the opposite side, and so that it can maintain its comfort factor. Or sometimes I’ll grab my BOSE sound dock and head to my bed, setting up there for a good read or to write my latest blog entry. The key is settling in and not moving for a good long while. When I have to get up after I’ve settled into my spot I can be cantankerous like a kid without his sugar rush.
But my days off are few and far between, particularly the ones when I’m not here entertaining children or when I’m not heading to town to run errands, so the days of being still are even more cherished the older I get. Do you prefer to stay active outside of the house or to be still when you get a moment to yourself?