Well, not at the same time, Company. That would be difficult at best, unless of course one had a motor home or something. And I don't have a motor home. So I got up, eventually, and got dressed, and actually put on shoes, and cleared the snow off of my window, and went out into the community.
What I managed to do was stumble across the most perfect, if not cool, fall day. Let me lay it out for you: sun breaking intermittently through the clouds, tons of fall color on all the trees, with just enough pine trees breaking through to make some green, twisty, hilly, relatively unused road with lots of fallen leaves just waiting for me to drive through. Oh yeah, it was exactly the scene that they spend thousands of dollars to create for car commercials, and I just sort of happened to find it. And the the road turned to tightly packed slightly wet gravel and it was all the better. It was nice. It was fun. Mostly it was peaceful and serene. Just me and my car and acre upon acre of beautiful. So nice.
It was actually so nice that I came back the same way that I went out, and it was just as perfect the second time around. As I cruised these lonely back roads, around and through the logging machinery and trucks with trailers (which seemed to be everywhere) and the last of the annoying tourists attempting to take in the peak of the fall colors, I slowly but surely became hungry. It was somewhere about the time that I got off the back road and onto the highway that I decided that it was a good day to run the oven all day long. So I made the adult, grown up decision to make lasagna.
Despite what one may think, lasagna is only hard to make if one wants it to be, and it is great in that one can make it ahead of time, put it in the refrigerator, and then just stick it in the oven when the dinner hour is sort of on the horizon. So that was my plan: make it, chill it, and go to town when we were ready to eat. That's nice, because during the in between time one can be an absolute lump. So that is what I was. I watched some college football, including a very encouraging but frustrating performance by my team, and was generally enjoying myself. As I type these words I am about halfway through putting together my lasagna, and I have done nothing productive or noteworthy with my day other than cleaning the toilet. So how do you feel about that?
I, personally, feel pretty good about it. There will be lots of lasagna left for lunch this week, the house will be nice and toasty warm on a cold, blustery day, and I will be happy as a lark, if not a little bored. But I have lots to do if I want to. I just don't know if I want to. That's the beauty of a Lazy Saturday.