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Monday, June 06, 2005
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Sundays are awful nice
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I am informed that most of my friends spend Sunday afternoons hidden beneath blankets or sprawled on the couch at home. However, I am not usually so inclined. For one thing, I can never sleep when the sun is shining so brightly. And for another, it's the only day when my friends are not so engaged as to be unable to spend an hour or two visiting.
Lauren came over for coffee hour at my house yesterday evening. The rest of my family deserted us for, as I later found out, the custard stand. (I wondered why everyone was so gung-ho over a Sunday drive.) Well, anyway, we girls had cookies and coffee. It was rather warm for such a hot beverage. We sat on the couch fanning ourselves after a while. Perhaps next time iced coffee would be a better plan. Hmm...
I showed Lauren the new family room and office. Only those with great abilities in the perception department can see it properly. I felt extremely honoured that someone so well-versed in gardening would ask to see the future sight of my tea room. But she did. She must have at least a bachelor's degree in imagination, because she seemed well able to envision it with me. I shall know where to turn for advice when I need it.
After her Davis people came later to take her to church, Mom decided we needed to play a game of Imaginiff. (At least, I think it was Mom.) That game is always good for a laugh. Being only four in number, we do not fill all the spaces with our own names. Of course, we are on the board, but there are four empty spaces, filled by poor innocents who aren't even around to defend their rights and opinions. And somehow, I seem to put across the idea that, if I could go anywhere on vacation, I would spend it at museums. Can someone tell me how that happened? I'd much rather loll about the deck of an expensive luxury liner, enjoying the smell of the salty air. |
posted by cori
6/06/2005 02:17:00 PM
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| The ShugaBowl |
| Sounds like some kind of sports thing, but in reality, the ShugaBowl is just a little hideaway for me, Sugarcube herself, to let loose my thoughts and occasional creativeness. |
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