this is not my ambition !
and it's true that my two other cats are watching me, but only because they want breakfast.
As usual, all day I'll pretend a play . As usual, I 'll smile, I'll even laugh as usual, I'll finally live as usual. and so on. The truth is that I do my aqua gym each Monday as usual, and then I went shopping as usual, to fill in the fridge, for Mr. G's roaring stomach. Vintage men are always afraid not to be fed enough.
2. I helped my friend Ilona to change the look of her TV corner and after having moved around tables, TV shelf and flower pots, without any satisfying result, I finally found the solution, it had been too simple ! By pushing the shelf a little more in the corner and turning the TV a little around, the change was done and what a nice change ! We just had to add a flower pot and some Buddha figurines and it was done. Very satisfied we drank our tea, complained about family and the world in general .... as usual.
3. As usual I had forgotten something on my shopping list and had to go out again to buy bread, and as usual I added something which hadn't been on my list, my night creme. I met with a friend for lunch, it was a long time that I hadn't seen her, I have to say that her main conversation theme are her bowels, which is not so ideal for a conversation in a restaurant. But from time to time I show some interest, it's always useful to learn new things. Even about the bowel function.
4. My friend Dominique was in war with gmail.com, she had tried to forward pictures and it hadn't worked. As usual I went over to help her out, and then was confronted with a mystery, because when I opened her Google Chrome, I saw my personal Google Chrome page on her computer with all my favorites and the bookmark bar. I still don't understand how this could happen ! I agree, we live next door, but that Google Chrome followed me on her computer remains a mystery. I got rid of it and downloaded a new Google Chrome. Not only Google Chrome followed me but also cat Arthur who waited for me at her door and sang operas. Then he walked me home.
5. When I arrived at my painting class which takes place in the festivity hall of Waterloo's retirement home, there were wreaths and flowers laying at the door to the morgue and a guy sawing a wooden panel, I only hoped that it wasn't destined for the coffin, because for that it was a little late. All funeral attendants were already waiting in the entrance hall, all dressed up in their best outfits. My friend Nicole wasn't there, so I called her to check if she was ill, but not at all she was just standing in front of her aunt's (98) open grave, on her funerals. I don't know if this inspired me to start a new painting showing a dark sky and a sun disappearing in the dark sea.
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