“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.”

What a surprise! It is cloudy again, but no rain is predicted. I’ll just have to wait until tomorrow and Sunday for that. It is quite windy. The boughs are bending back and forth. Last night was foggy. I could see the mist in the back house light.

I have set the mouse trap. Crunchy peanut butter is the lure. It has worked twice so far. Lee, when he was vacuuming yesterday, said he saw no mouse poop. I’m not convinced. I found an empty bag in the cabinet. It used to be a bag of pasta, an expensive bag of pasta from the Italian store. At least the mice have good taste.

Last night I made dinner, a dinner dinner according to my sister. She meant it wasn’t a scrounge through the fridge for something easy sort of dinner. I don’t know what came over me.Β I had steak and rice pilaf. I didn’t have a vegetable because I hadn’t bought any. I do have tomatoes, technically a fruit, and lettuce, both for my BLT sandwiches, but I didn’t think to use them. I have to buy bread today so I’ll buy some fresh veggies as well.

My animals are napping after their hectic morning. Henry went out twice, had breakfast and ran up and down the hall a couple of times. Maddie had some treats, fresh water, and used the puppy pads. Both of them are exhausted.

This week has been boring. I didn’t do much. My back hurt, and that limited my activities. I did watch some TV, finish one book and start another, do laundry, water plants and nap. I didn’t go out yesterday so I still need my dump sticker. I need bread even more so I’ll head out later.

When I was a kid, I was seldom bored. I remember playing in the cellar. One time I was Annie Oakley. I put a blanket on the stair rail at the end of the bannister and pretended I was riding a horse. I’d throw a ball against the wall and play a few innings. I was both teams. That meant I always won. I know it meant I always lost too, but I never saw it that way. Β The cellar windows were small. They were in the concrete foundation above the ground. I remember seeing the sun streaming through one window. The stream was filled with dust. It didn’t matter. I didn’t care. My cellar was a wondrous place.Β It was the Old West, and I was riding Paint, my trusty steed. It was the outfield at Fenway Park, and I had just caught the last out and insured our victory. I heard the cheers of the Fenway faithful. I tipped my cap.

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4 Comments on ““This world is but a canvas to our imagination.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Sunny and just enough warm here today and with some luck it’ll be just the same way tomorrow. With no luck it’ll be hot and sunny.I’m either having a bad cold or an allergy towards pine pollen, no matter what I’m really tired of it already πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ I think I had a fever for a while because I was freezing like crazy but it’s over now.

    I haven’t had the energy to make any dinner today but I think I at least ill have some corn flakes before I go to bed πŸ™‚

    I can’t remember being bored as a child either, there was always a book to read if nothing else happened πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      It never cleared today.

      The pine pollen here is a yellowish green. It covers everything: my car, the house, the furniture and the deck. I hate pine pollen season. You can’t open windows so you ope it’s cold.

      I didn’t take anything out for dinner tonight but I do have corn flakes. I may make some banana bread as a treat for when I watch the wedding tomorrow.

      Have a great Saturday!

  2. Bob Says:

    When I was a kid if I told my mother that I was bored she would tell me to go out and play in traffic. I knew she was being facetious and never took her up on her offer. πŸ™‚

    I don’t know why anyone in this country cares to get up before dawn to watch the royal wedding. Having an American actress will certainly improve the royal family’s gene pool. The whole royalty thing is a useless relic just like the former British empire. πŸ™

    No rain here today but a high of 96 degrees under clear skies. It’s not even Memorial Day and the heat of summer has arrived.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      Mothers did say lots of facetious stuff. When I was in bed, my mother would say, “Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite.” That made me wonder.

      I like the pomp and ceremony of the royals. The British Empire now is a loose confederation of former colonies. They have history in common.

      Diane added to the gene pool, being a commoner. In the old days, royals married to consolidate their countries. There was a bit of in-breeding. Harry definitely chose an anomaly.

      That is never my summer heat.


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