Sunny Sunday

It’s another bright sunny day here in the NW. The birds are all happy, making lots of cheerful noises as they crap on every clean car they can find. I suppose that’s true for birds the world over, not just here, but it’s more noticeable when it’s sunny for us. Usually it’s raining and birds don’t stand much of a chance marking their spots with that going on.

I mentioned yesterday, I think, that church this morning was an hour earlier than during the fall/winter/spring months. That’s because small children have been banned from the church for the summer, hence no Sunday School. Some brave ones still show up, and still others are forced to attend, but they just don’t get special attention right now.

Since yesterday was spent elsewhere, we’re staying home today. Well, at least I’m staying home. I sent Diane to the store with a long list of things I need so she, and her Mom, will be gone for a while. I told her if she didn’t do that she’d have to watch a basketball game with me. Since I know the only kind of basketball games she really likes are those the Trailblazers play in, there wasn’t much of a chance she’d like to do that with me.

So, here I am, all alone again with no real plan to do anything other than nothing at all. It’s not like there aren’t a ton of things that need to be done, it’s that I’m not allowed to work on Sunday. I tell Diane that lots of the things that need to be done are actually ‘fun’ for me because they involve tools that either need to be plugged in, or have an attached engine. But, no, she says “no working.” So, I just sit around and think of things to do that can’t be classified as ‘work’. Like this. Typing random words then see if they make any sense.

I have no agenda when I write. It’s not possible, because I absolutely, truly never know what’s going to show up on the screen. For me it’s like reading something someone else wrote; always a surprise.

Hope everyone is having a pleasant day. If something significant happens this afternoon I’ll check back in. It’s always possible, too, that I’ll check back in if nothing happens at which time I’ll just make stuff up.

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