This is true, but it implies that I mostly wear pajamas all day, every day, and that is not true. I may take one day a week as a “pajama day,” because from the time I get up, I’m cleaning or doing other busy work, then I fix brunch and start working. By the time I take a shower late afternoon/early evening, there’s zero chance I’m going anywhere, so I just put on clean sleepwear (could be pajamas, flannel nightshirts, nightgowns, pajama pants with shirts of one kind or another–it’s always a surprise to me, too).
Most stay-home days, I shower early and dress because I never know who or what might show up at my door: deliveries for any of us; exterminator; a lost soul at the wrong house; water guy; something of Debby’s requiring a signature. It stuns me how often the doorbell rings and creates utter havoc among the BatPack. Most days, I feel more productive and “take-charge” if I’m dressed when I sit down to pay bills, read email, journal, and create (writing or painting).
Today, I decided to take a little drive to be sure about an address where I’m taking Debby tomorrow. It’s close to home, in a place I’m familiar with, but not that particular building. I had long since showered and dressed, and I decided since I wasn’t leaving my car, it would be okay to keep my house-shoes on. See said house-shoes:
Except the location was next to one of the hardware stores we use, and there were a couple of cleaning things I need that aren’t in the grocery store. They are likely at Target and Walmart, but I was right next to this store, so I stared down at my house-shoes. I thought about all the times in the old ‘hood when Tim and I used to take writing breaks to go to 24-hour Walgreens and 24-hour Kroger in the middle of the night where people knew us and didn’t care what either of us might be wearing. We were all buddies there.
I bopped inside this store in my house-shoes, found the cleaning supplies I needed, and noticed they’ve put out patio furniture again (it’s coastal Texas; they’re saying winter is possibly over). Tom bought a chair last year he wanted to try out to see if we liked. We did, but when he next went back, all the outdoor furniture was put away.
At this place, I shot a phone photo of similar chairs the hardware store had in stock and texted him. He opted, when HE did errands, to check out last year’s store. They had chairs identical to the one we own back in stock, so now, we have a set of four. All because I threw my standards to the wind and shopped in my house-shoes.
Here’s what I’ve been listening to while I wrote–fully dressed in real clothes–the last couple of days.
Everlast, Eat at Whitey’s and Whitey Ford Sings the Blues; Michael Feinstein, Isn’t It Romantic, part of a package at a fundraiser; Fischerelle, Steel Innuendoes, CD likely a gift from Tom’s middle sister of a Birmingham, AL-based band; Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, Ella and Louis Sing Gershwin, highly recommend; Fleetwood Mac, Fleetwood Mac, Rumors, Tusk, and Mirage.
Happy Full Moon! A good time to set your intentions for the month, especially if there are things you want to release. If it doesn’t serve you, let that shit go!