Wednesday June 13, 2007
A perfectly pleasant day, with our recent long hot dry spell turning over to a few spits and spots of rain along with a drop in temperature. That makes it a lot easier for me.
Graham’s been engaged on a living-room partial make-over, with some success. The story’s not over here just yet, though. He’s having trouble putting his finger on what exactly it is he wants from the room and, as I’d say if I wanted to be chased around the house and garden, if you don’t know where you’re going you’re unlikely to get there.
Dolly recorded her verdict on the weather, which did not please her, and the disturbed state of the living room, which really didn’t please her, by sleeping the day away. Like me, she popped out for a breather now and then but mostly, she slept.
I’ve been ’jest sitting’ for the the best part of the day. I started out doing the ‘think’ part but after a while my thinking bone decided to take the day off and join Dolly in a nice snooze, uninterupted by bothersome thoughts.
I did hear a joke that made me titter:
Q. Why do Marxists drink herbal tea?
A. Because proper tea is theft.
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