The entries will probably be a bit shorter on the days that we’re on house arrest. There isn’t much more than read, draw, play cards, write, cook, eat, exercise, shower and sleep. And if you think about it, all of these things typically happen in addition to a full time job. Take the full time job away and even when you do all of these things (some of them a few times), you’re still left with a lot of time to kill.
We did all of the above. I’m keeping myself entertained mostly with the newest release from a favorite author, Nick Hornby and an inspiring book for wannabe writers by Stephen King. I’ve never been a fan of his work cause it’s a little too creepy for me (except for the Green Mile…which I didn’t even realize he wrote), but you can’t pass up advice from a writer who can boast of 50+ bestsellers. I realized that if his fiction is as reader-friendly as his how-to book, I may just be a fan. My only reservation is that I enjoy reading at night, in bed, in the dark with what Mike calls my “nerd lamp” and I don’t want Stephen King to influence what type of dreams the Sandman might be bringing me.
The big event of the day, which took approximately eight minutes, was when we “remodeled” one of our bedrooms into my yoga space. I had expected to do yoga on the beach because it’s a dreamy idea but when you don’t like sand in your crevices or bugs bathing in your sweat beads, it’s unrealistic. Instead, I opted to create a mini hot yoga studio by shutting the windows and door to the front bedroom to trap the sun and ban any breezes from cooling it down. I downloaded Bikram Choudhury’s sessions to my iPod so it’s like the guru himself is whispering commands in my ear. Granted, it doesn’t kick your butt as much being in a 107 degree room but it works.
Mike’s been building his resume quickly and can now add game-builder to it. He created a fully functional chessboard for us to use on the laptop. Knight? Horse photo from the beach. Rook? The lighthouse from our wedding. Bishop? A hometown statue in the city of Hartford. King and Queen? Yup, you guessed it…us. And what makes the perfect pawn to protect our troop? Marley, of course. It’s a great addition to our evening routine even though I’m pretty sure he did this for his benefit since I’ve crushed him in Rummy over the past week with my eight wins to his two.
He can also add Crab Trapper (after he caught #4 tonight, he sang a little tune with the lyrics “I am good at catching crabs” and then realized that didn’t sound good so went for a different verb). We’re pretty certain we have a family of crabs living under one of our kitchen cabinets right next to the stove. That’s where we can hear them tap-dance around at night. If he’s quiet enough, Mike creeps up on them before they hide wherever it is they run to, scoops them up with a giant spoon and gently guides them in a Tupperware bowl until he can escort them to the beach. We’re seriously contemplating just getting a tank…
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