| One of the advantages of living alone is the freedom to choose your own hours for doing almost everything. For example, you can eat when you’re hungry or just feel like noshing. If you’re no longer on a 9 to 5 work schedule, you can have three meals at any old intervals, depending on when you arise in the morning or afternoon, as the case may be.
Laundry can be done whenever you run out of clean underwear, and if you’re smart you buy at least 8 sets of bras and panties, or undershirts and shorts. You can even leave the clean stuff unfolded in a basket if you’re not up to folding and putting away.
Your bed needn’t be made if you’re not expecting visitors. If you are, you can always pull up the covers and sort of smooth out wrinkles so the bed gives the appearance of having been made.
If you’re the only accountable person in the place you needn’t answer the phone or a knock on the door, unless you don’t mind being interrupted while reading or watching TV. They can think whatever they like that you’re not home, or snoozing, just as long as they go away.
One of the biggest dividends is being able to ignore the clock, except if you have a date to go somewhere and do something hopefully for lunch or dinner. All other bets are off for paying attention to the time of day.
In my case, I frequently turn day and night upside down. Having been born a night person, (as determined by one’s behavior in the hospital nursery), I find the fact that I can stay up as late as I want, delightful. Even better, is being able to get out of bed at any old time in the wee hours of the morning, and do whatever I feel like doing.
If I go to bed relatively early, say 11 PM, by 3 AM I’m ready to get out of bed and start my day. Having had supper at any time between 4 PM and 7 PM, it’s time to eat, so my breakfast hour is pretty early.
My wonderful paper boy delivers about 5:30 AM, (rain, snow, sleet not withstanding), so I can choose to read, watch wonderfully awful movies made in the thirties or forties, or do crossword puzzles in my NY Times puzzle book. Often times, I write my column, which I’m doing at this very minute 3:30 AM.
The old, old movies are fun, and don’t have to be justified since they are showing at hours when sensible people are in bed sleeping. Who knows where Ted Turner dug them up? I have a feeling he scrounged through dusty, dirty, and deserted film warehouses. Some of them, especially the old westerns, should have been put in garbage bins, along with the old gangster movies. Most of them are “B” or “C” lemons, made to be shown as second features when you got two movies for the price of one. There must have been hundreds of actors in Hollywood playing in these flics, never to be remembered and too old or dead to collect residuals.
The puzzles are something I weakly list as a hobby whenever I fill out a consumer survey. I have to skip over the many choices, and am grateful if the list includes reading and crossword puzzles at least I can make a couple of check marks. As a result of my poor showing, I feel like a do-nothing nerd. I’ll admit, on several occasions I’ve filled in the space for other hobbies with scuba diving and surfing. It’s not nice to lie, but it’s their fault for not including things like playing solitaire or debating.
Some of the crosswords in my big book may drive me to another hobby drinking. Over the years there have been some wonderful editors, but the current fellow is not one of them. I saw him interviewed on TV, and he is too young for the job, and a smart alec. He chooses puzzles by people too old for the job and even more smart alecy. Some of their words and definitions aren’t even listed in the Oxford Dictionary the big edition with words from the 1500’s to the present day. Not a good thing for blood pressure at 3 AM.
It’s now 4:45 AM time to rustle up some grub. Earlier I watched “Empty Saddles” made in 1931 with same such dialogue. Sorry about that pardner.