Nothing to Say

What do you say when you have nothing to say? It's not that nothing ever happens, but it's hard to pick out the most important or most interesting or most relevant, and I don't feel like sorting things out or analyzing them.
So I stick with simple obvious and somewhat trivial things. Not that they're totally trivial. All put together they make up life.

Planes have been flying overhead. Makes me wonder what's up in Gaza or Iran.

It's cold out. "Cool," I was recently corrected. I call it cold. It's cloudy, too, and might rain. I washed some clothes but I don't know how I'm going to dry them. Cold and cloudy doesn't dry clothes. Rain is even worse. Ironing them works, and is sort of fun if you don't think about all the other things you could be doing.

The ice cream truck is playing Rock-a-bye Baby plus about 3/8 of another tune. I would prefer the other tune plus 3/8 of Rock-a-bye Baby. Or better yet, just shut the music off and go "ding-ding-ding."

Cold weather makes you appreciate a warm bed. Cold floors make you appreciate dry socks. Ice cream doesn't sound too appealing right now. Home-cooked food doesn't sound too appealing, either. What do you do when you're hungry but you don't feel like eating? Now, if someone else were to cook me a home-cooked meal, that would be a different matter. So I should simply get someone else's recipe and pretend I'm her while I cook it, and then be me while I eat it. Then I could be both of us while I/we wash the dishes.

Why does the refrigerator sound louder when you're in the living room than when you're in the kitchen? Maybe I should put the refrigerator in the living room. It would look fine with a lamp on it.

I have about a hundred tune ideas. However there are certain phrases in the Psalms that just don't sound very musical to my English ear. One such phrase or another manages to crop up in many of those tunes, so it is hard to finish them to my satisfaction. I should quit trying to be a perfectionist.

I had a moment one day of feeling useful. That's a good feeling. I used to feel useful when I was painting walls. And doors. And baseboards. Here I don't often feel useful. But one day I was sitting on a park bench and a tame cat jumped up beside me. After a few minutes she crawled into my lap and went to sleep. So a cat found me useful anyway.

We cook on a single burner. A hot-plate. When it is plugged in and the heat turned all the way down, it still goes on and off. Probably because the lowest thermostat setting is about room temperature. My kitchen is simple but sufficient. One thing I would like, though, is a tomato slicer. I have lived 40 years without one. I think now is the time to buy one, if I ever see one.

I got a blender, thinking it would give me more options. It helps some, but not as much as I had hoped. I make tomato juice with lots of carrots in it. Or fruit juice. I like mangoes with a little orange juice; but for some reason, mangoes don't taste very good with lemons or apples. Apples and peaches don't go together, either. I haven't yet tried mangoes with peaches.

That's all I have to say.