Hello, my name is Melissa, and I am a procrastinator.
Is there such a thing as procrastinator's anonymous? I need help! I finally had to do laundry tonight. I ran out of clean underwear and pajamas! Faced with the prospect of sleeping in the nude, and going au naturel tomorrow, I decided it was time to get on the stick, and attend to the piles of dirty clothes filling the corners of my bedroom. Did I mention that I was also a sloven? ☺ Yeah, I hate doing laundry, and house work. I guess it stems from all the years I had to get up at 4:30 AM, drive 52 miles to work, spend 9 1/2 to 10 hours on the job, then drive the 52 miles home, stopping along the way to pick up groceries, and run other necessary errands. By the time I got home, chores around the house were the last thing I wanted to do. I mean, you do have to have some time to yourself....right? The trouble is, when I retired, I so reveled in my new found freedom, that I continued to neglect the chores around the house! I became like Alfonso Bedoya in The Treasure of the Sierra Madre "Chores? I don't have to do any stinking chores!"
So anyway, I got 3/4 of the dirty clothes washed tonight, and at least now I will have clean pj's to sleep in, and clean undies for the next couple of weeks. Tomorrow I shall attack the remaining pile. Some more pajamas, a few more pairs of panties, a pair of corduroys and a couple of camisoles.
There is some truly beautiful music being played on my NPR (national Public Radio) station right now. It's 12:53 am as I right these words, and it seems the best classical music of all is played late at night. During the day they play way too much chamber music, baroque, and instrumental solos for my taste. My taste in music follows my taste in food, and everything else sensual. I love body and texture. I love the rich sounds of a full symphony orchestra, and chorus.
I also love grand opera, and Saturday afternoons are a special treat, as NPR broadcasts, Live From The Met. There are some great ones coming up in the next few months, including Puccini's La Bohemme, and Tosca, Verdi's Aida, and La Traviata. How wonderful would it would have been, to have been a kid, growing up in Brooklyn, Manhattan, or Queens, with a parent who had season tickets to the Met, and took you to their Saturday afternoon performances? Can you imagine the joy of seeing singers like Luciano Pavarotti (the only male singer whoever brought tears to my eyes), Marilyn Horne, Plácido Domingo, Beverly Sills, José Carreras, or Renée Fleming, in person........live on stage?! But then, not everyone is in to opera. Perhaps this is more your cup of tea? Yeah, I think its pretty cool too!