without me, sigh. (View from North Central Idaho) As I gain more freedom from being a wage slave of some employer and sinking into the "entitlements for me first old folks" I am bound by my wife's fears of my drifting farther from normal. Anything outside the house or yard is a bit too far for some folks' fears. If you asked Earl I would think I am becoming very much like the mice in the garage. There are some tall glass vases where we cut a slice of apple for the bait (kind of like this house here - beautiful and full of function) and the mice smell, get tempted and jump in to nibble on the apple. And often enough can't get back out, often enough that I have to dump them into the garbage. So the next time you sink into your recliner after a hard day, and start nibbling on the snacks and watching those lovely ladies on DVD and television - just remember, you aren't a mouse and it is possible to leave the home (you did it much more when you were younger and still searching for passion and adventure) it isn't a slippery glass vase... or is it?
2 comments:
You are far from being a trapped mouse!
Like the vase/mouse trap idea - build a better mousetrap!
Now that IS a better mouse trap... :-)
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