The Art of Doing Nothing

Really?  There is an art to idleness?  Well, i'm not so sure about that.  This weekend was filled with planned activities.  Well, actually only for Saturday.  We had planned to go climbing on sunday, but.....didn't really happen.  What did happen was a whole lot of lounging in the sunny patch of our living room.  


The day before was filled with activity.  We did a lot of garden work around the house.  I cleaned (which really means wiping the crumbs of the countertop and then vacuuming) and did laundry while ed was outside digging holes.  I figured out that yard work is really just moving piles of dirt around.  We are in the process of putting in the ground four varieties of grapes, three varieties of raspberries, and two mulberry trees.  the holes were for the mulberry trees.   The grapes and the raspberries are going in the terrace we built last summer.  we finished this year with a six foot tall deer fence.  hopefully the thing will work and keep the deer out.  

our terrace and deer fence

We'll see if it actually work. i wanted to put a mesh roof on it, but ed said it may not be necessary. like i said...we'll see.


And then there's Sunday......we had planned to go climbing. Ed said that his back was jacked. I suggested having a morning soak. that may have been the death of activity. After ed had his morning soak, he was not motivated to do anything beyond lounging in the sunny spots of our living room. for me, the most i did all day was learn how to layer "through the viewfinder" layers onto my photos to fake a TTY photo. super fun. that, of course, required me to get some shots from around the yard. *gasp* activity!  


here's a few to gander at.....i'm not by far good at this, so i borrowed ideas from others. the TTY layers came from flickr members OceanT, yarnattacks, and Cosi!.

the last one standing

Don't trip....

What you lookin' at, foo?

What an awesome sunday.  I don't know if i'll do that again.  i can see why cats get all pissy when they've been idle for too long.  

on another note....just for fun......this is why i heart dogs....especially Rainman.

Entries in a dog's journal:

8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 PM - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 PM - ooooooo. bath. bummer.
4:00 PM - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Entries in a cat's journal:

DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time, however, it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time......

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