Or my alter ego is anyway. In fact, she has been reading a good book for over an hour now. She is not trying to avoid finishing the dishes.
Four hours ago she sat down to a quiet dinner; she decided on dinner at home tonight: pasta in a light garlicky sauce, with parmesan cheese, a salad, with just a hint of raspberry dressing. Then she took her little Scot-terrier for a walk. Momo loves Jerusalem at night, and pokes her head into everything.
Back home she took a long, scented bath; there were no toys in the tub of course; but puffs and pumice stones and gels galore.
Now she is sitting in her ver clean living room, curled on the couch (deep purple with toss pillows in sage green with purple banding), her silver grey cat, Mist, in her lap. There are candles lit on the coffee table near by, scenting the room with lavender. Jazz is playing on the stero.
The windows are open to let in the light breezes of the evening.; white curtains billowing in and out.
In another hour she will tire, and slip into her clean bed. Alone, at peace, she will fall asleep.
She is probably very lonely too, and is probably fantasizing about a life with kids, hubby and noise. But I like my alter-ego sometimes; a nice fantasy to engage in when I'm feeling exhausted from the kids and all the work that results from being a wife and mommy.
Do you have an alter ego? What does he or she do?
I'm too tired to have an alter ego but yours sounds great!
Posted by: Robin P at August 10, 2004 04:41 AMMy alter-ego is a superspy with mutant powers. He can morph into any shape he has studied and controls the powers of friction all around him.
I have an active imagination.
Posted by: Jim at August 10, 2004 06:21 PM