lazy sunday afternoon
This morning The Little Red Haired Girl had to work, so I took the opportunity to do some of my chores, read for school, and make mac and cheese for lunch. That leaves me responsibility-free* for the rest of the day, so we are now camped out on the couch watching womens hoops/football, drinking beer, and eating carrots and dip. Well I’m doing those things, and The Little Red Haired Girl is waiting for a nap to happen to her.
There’s something really luxurious to me about the sounds of sports coming from the tv. I don’t have a regular sports-watching schedule or season or anything like that. Usually life is too filled with errands and schoolwork and housework and socializing to sit for the many hours it requires to properly get into tv-watching of sports. So hearing that background crowd noise and the drone of the announcers recalls for me some kind of balance, or peace, or leisure. Like a “I handled my shit and now I get to chill” kind of a satisfied feeling.
* Of course that really just means everything else I have to do can be put off until later.