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Jogging the Brain

There’s a difference between silliness and stupidity. There’s not enough silliness in the world.

Meanderings

Okay, it’s a silly game. The dialog is pre-teen-ish, the pace is sloooooow. But the plants are gorgeous and I like the little quests. And actually, the pace allows you to do other more important un-silly things like vacuum or laundry between casts. I cast my little wizard wand, get a plant (or not) and run out of energy. I go do whatever I need to do and by the time I come back I have a little more energy. A game to flitter away time that also allows you to be productive…what an idea. Playtime without guilt.

It’s the little Enchanted Island game on Facebook. I found it by another app I love (Growing Gifts) which allows you to give people various plants that “grow” in their profile. The variety of plants is fantastic and I like giving people plants that match what I know about the person. For example, someone who likes animals gets plants that have kittens or wolves or dogs or turtles…you get the idea. Anyhoo, the Enchanted Island is a little spring-off from that app where you become a wizard and you grow plants like those the Growing Plants app uses.

All of this sounds pretty silly. But silly can be okay. People can become way too serious. It’s not silliness that bugs me...it's stupidity that gets to me. You know….like newscasters who say the most inane things when interviewing someone after a disaster. The old, “So, how did you feel when you saw your best friend plunge to his death?” or “Did you know the serial killer living next door to you was a bad person?” Channel 13 (our local Fox news) seems to be particularly prone to these things but the others are almost as bad. It must be a course these jokers take; the ones who fail simple human empathy and understanding are the ones promoted to the camera work.

Well, Max is now barking at the air. It is annoying but he seems to like being a doggie alarm, barking with staccato rowlfs at nothing in particular. It means he has finished his dinner and is now bored; time for him to come back inside. He doesn’t play with Molly at dinnertime. When she is not trying to keep him away from either of the dinner dishes, she is busy collecting all the red rubber balls from around the yard and piling them into her own dish. She eats her dinner by licking the food from between the balls. Molly is a nut.

Christmas dinner was a boring bust. I had made the mistake of thinking that we could eat ham the week before and still have it for Christmas dinner. Like turkey, you can only eat so much of that. M didn't complain, of course.  I'm the one who was sick to death of ham.  The ham bone makes lovely soup though. I have to get the recipe for my Mom’s vegetable soup. It is soooo good and mine just doesn’t seem to come out like hers. M gave me a slow cooker I have been wanting for Christmas and so I’m now inspired to cook all kinds of goodies.

I also tried to make Christmas cookies this year. You know the little sugar cookies you cut out in the various shapes like bells or Christmas trees or stars, sprinkle with some colored sugar or icing and they are supposed to be yummy? Well, mine were not yummy. To give you the idea, M asked, “Is it a cracker?” Hmmm. He says he meant it like a graham cracker but…

The recipe came out of the Good Housekeeping Cook Book. It was “Old Fashioned Sugar Cookies”. Well, Old Fashioned must mean less sugar because 1 cup of Splenda just did not do them justice. Even sprinkling them after baking with Truvia and Cinnamon did not sweeten them enough. I now have half the sugar cookie dough in the fridge and am contemplating what I can do with it that will make a decent cookie. Any ideas would be appreciated.

Okie dokie, back to cleaning. M will have a home nurse coming here after his double knee replacement surgery and I have to clean this pig-sty before anyone steps foot in it. Kind of like cleaning before your maid comes (not that I’ve ever had a maid, but I know I would have to do that before I let one of them in my house either).


Outside my Window

Sunrise: 7:56am
41oF  It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...
Sunset: 4:24pm

~Later...