As late afternoon darkened into evening, I posted the following on Facebook:
So I went running, wrote and mailed post cards, drove into Rome, purchased more post cards and walked around the exhibits, which should make a nice blog post. I went to my parents’ house and helped decorate the Christmas tree. I put laundry in the washer and while it washed, I worked on organizing my yarn and craft stuff. Now the laundry is in the drier and if the yarn and stuff is not organized, at least it I did not leave it spread across the dining room table but put it away neatly. Steven is not due home for an hour and 45 minutes. Do you suppose it is wine o’clock? Do you suppose anybody read this entire post? If you did you would know that the secret word is diorama. If you read this whole post, comment, using the secret word in a sentence.
I just now realized I did not say where I purchased my post cards. It was Rome Historical Society, a truly wonderful place. I hope to write a full blog post about it subsequently.
Obviously I was making the post up as I went along, and uppermost in my mind was the question of if it could legitimately be considered wine o’clock. As I typed, I realized how verbose I was being, but I did not want to leave anything out. After all, I was justifying my wine. One does not merely celebrate wine o’clock. One earns the right. Oh, I know, you can drink wine at almost any time, earned or not. Today I wanted to feel I had earned it. I threw in the secret word so people could feel they had been rewarded for reading a long post. I don’t finish all long posts myself; I certainly do not expect all my Facebook friends to do so.
Nobody had commented by the time I got off Facebook. During this time I had tried and failed to make a blog post but decided wine o’clock it would be. I poured myself a glass of wine and looked for a crime show on television. Steven gets a little tired of murder and mayhem, as he calls it, but I can’t get enough. I finally settled on an episode of Snapped On Demand. I knitted more on a prayer shawl while I watched, which helped me slow down my sipping, always a good idea when it is over an hour before my husband is due home.
When I got back on Facebook, I found a number of Likes and comments on my post. I was quite delighted with the response. The best was, “Every diorama deserves wine.” However all were worthy responses, and any responders who are reading this post, I thank you for participating (responder is not a word? What the hell, computer? What about first responders?).
So this is my Scattered Saturday post. It quite amused me to write it. I can only hope it amused others as well. I hope you are all enjoying your weekend.