Maribou has had a houseguest visiting for the last week. A friend from out of town.
There is a part of me that says “I didn’t buy a house so I would have to wear pants after 6PM.” That said, there are rules about polite society and if you wish to be a part of it, sometimes you have to wear pants. I can’t wait until I get my house back. Though I do not say such things in front of the houseguest. Polite society and all. In any case, the house does not return to me until Sunday until which I am expected to remain polite/bepantsed. As such, I may as well be running errands if I’m going to be wearing pants anyway.
It’s the third of the three gates of summer and now I can say both “Where did the summer go?” and “Why in the heck are we still in Daylight Saving Time?”
You know, why in the heck are we still in Daylight Saving Time?
Anyway, the State Fair is this weekend and we usually go (I want to say we’ve missed it once in the last decade) and check out the various livestock, art exhibits, craft exhibits, and food exhibits (and pay five bucks for a lemonade and grumble before we taste it and then, after we take the first sip, remember “oh, yeah… that’s why we pay five bucks for lemonade”) but it looks like life has gotten too hectic again and, instead, we’ll merely be running around like headless chickens while one of us does the usual mix of errands and chores while finishing up and the other gets to some serious binging on the presence of the houseguest before she goes back to whence she came.
And *THEN*… I have Monday to myself. In my own house.
And I will not have to wear pants.
So… what’s on your docket?