Things I Could Do All Day Long

This blog post was prompted by two things I was doing the other day when I happened to think about each of them, “I could do this all day long and never tire of it.” So I set pen to paper (err, fingers to keyboard) and started to write about it. What were those two things that were so special as to inspire a blog post? Well, let me set the scene for you . . .

It was an early evening on the island. The sun was performing a beautiful slow dance toward the horizon, and the sea sparkled her farewell to the day. My beau had departed a few hours earlier – off with “the guys” to an island 40 miles away to hunt goats to supply food for a friend’s upcoming wedding feast. (And, by the way, I’m pretty sure I’ve never described that scenario ever before in my life!) I was blissed out, having the house to myself. I mean, I looooove spending time with my beau, and I miss him when he is away. But I was glad he had the chance to engage in one of his favorite activities (hunting for food, not sport).

So there I was, sprawled out on the couch with my laptop, Angel snoring on the floor beside me. I’d been surfing the internet for hours, Tweeting more than usual, researching various blogging how-to, reading other blogs and generally feeling inspired to write – albeit in a prone-on-the-pillows, in-my-mind-only kind of way. It was at that point that my battery indicator went off. Time to plug in and recharge the laptop.

I walked to the bar at the kitchen counter – my usual writing spot – and plugged in. Angel, awakened by my movements, was prancing around the kitchen to remind me that it was 6:00 p.m. – her DINNER TIME! As I do almost anytime I cook or clean or putter in the kitchen, I pressed play on my ipod. The speakers started to blast ABBA’s Gold album, which I’d already listened to a couple of times earlier in the day. I sang along anyway, thinking “I could listen to ABBA all day long.” (FINALLY, I’m getting to the point here. I’m apparently extra chatty with my beau gone, too!)

After feeding Angel (and my beau’s potcake, Milo, who was stretched out on the front porch), I realized I should probably eat, too.

Milo is having a leisurely evening, too.

Although I enjoy cooking for my beau or guests or family, I don’t usually enjoy it just for myself, and I was relishing my “night off” anyway. So I grabbed an avocado and a lime from the refrigerator and quickly turned it into guacamole. Yummmm.

Back when I was a working stiff, my evening meal after arriving home late was very frequently just a bowl of hastily-made guacamole, bag of restaurant-style tortilla chips and a glass of white wine – all consumed in my big, fluffy bathrobe on the couch in front of recorded episodes of West Wing, Modern Family, Glee, True Blood, Mad Men, Rachel Ray, Ellen or Oprah. (By the way, I don’t have a DVR on the island, and I don’t get network channels or HBO, so my tv-viewing these days is limited to occasional news or weather, and tv movies with my beau. I never watch regular programming, and I don’t miss it one bit! Go figure.)

Oops, I devoured the bowl of guacamole before I thought to take its picture!

At some point during the ravishing of the guacamole, I thought, “I could eat guacamole all day long.” (Ahhh, finally back on point again.)

I started to wonder what else I could do all day long without getting tired of it. Here’s what I came up with:

• Listen to ABBA’s Gold album (or Carrie Underwood, Jimmy Buffett, The Eagles, Jim Brickman, Jackson 5, Rascal Flatts, the Mamas & the Papas, Kelly Clarkson, Bob Marley, Rebecca Lynn Howard, Zac Brown Band, Dixie Chicks and certain other go-to’s).
• Eat freshly made guacamole (or brownies, fettucine alfredo, gnocchi in pesto sauce, fresh Bahamian lobster, macaroni –n-cheese, cornbread, a good cheeseburger, strawberries, quesadillas, conch fritters or any kind of cheese).
• Enjoy the playful antics or sweet snuggling of beloved dog, Angel.
• Read a good book.
• Simply look at my beau – sappy, but true.
• Gaze at the sea, or be on or in or near the water in almost any fashion.
• Hang freshly washed clothes on the line to dry (so long as no mosquitoes are around).
• Subject myself to a foot rub or massage.
• Talk to a best girlfriend.
• Sing.
• Dance (well, until my body gave up anyway).
• Write. I might have to mix up WHAT I was writing over the course of an entire day (e.g., blog posts, professional writing, journal, poetry, song lyrics, etc.), but I could write all day and not get tired of it.
• Receive sincere compliments or a genuine hug. (Okay, neither of those could go on all day without it getting weird, but you know what I mean.)
• Smile.

Much to smile about!

What things could YOU do all day long? (PG-rated, of course!)

Post-Script re Goats. The hunting trip was a happy success. My beau got six goats. He prides himself on clean shots to the head, which I also like because it kills them instantly, without needless suffering. The other guys got a few, too. They cleaned them all well and put them on ice – the makings of souse, stew, grill and other wedding entrees, along with plenty of fresh fish and conch!