There is nothing on my agenda today. I am free to do what I want. Of course, working around the house is always an option – a necessity really, but yuck. I find myself searching for something more fun and exciting. Yet in the end, I will probably be a homebody today. I already did my walking (not bike riding today) and made myself some scrambled eggs with tomato from our garden. I ran out of tomato before I ate all of the egg and had to cut more tomato. I could make myself sick on homegrown tomatoes.
Yesterday I stayed with the GGs from about noon until 4PM. GBN2 slept most of that time. GBN1 and I played and played. She has such an imagination – she reminds me of her father. When Bo was a toddler, he liked to play imaginary baseball. Toby and I would play with him as well as some imaginary players. Sometimes he had our adult friends playing too. He usually won.
GBN1’s imagination may be even wilder than her daddy’s. She would reach down and pretend to pick up a "color." Then say, "Pink turns me into Sleeping Booty." Yellow was Belle from "Beauty and the Beast." She would stand behind the couch and then rise up with her arm extended out to the side as in a ballet move. Without so much as a word, I was suppose to know whom she was by what color she picked up. I was not usually right. At one point she turned into a dragon – probably because she had been watching "Sleeping Beauty" earlier that morning. She breathed hot fire on me while I held up my shield (a Hi-ho Cherries game). Eventually, she turned into a kitten and remained a kitten for the rest of the day. I addressed her as "Kitty" which pleased her enormously. I petted her ears and scratched her back. She licked her paws and groomed herself like a real cat. She said she wanted to use the litter box, but I threatened to beat her if she peed in the floor. She meowed when she wanted something, but recognized that she would have to talk in order to get what she wanted. She said, "Oh, this kitty can talk like a girl." I thought she made a very good kitty. And yes, I did pour her a bowl of milk, set it in the floor, and let her lap it up.