On the edge of my comfort zone
Take a moment, and imagine what puts you outside your “comfort zone”. Today, I touched the edge of mine; went to a Christmas Craft Fair. I’ve never wanted to own stuffed styrofoam Santas, or personalized tree ornaments. The idea of a table centre piece in the form of a wreath woven from evergreen branches, encircling an oversize candle is akin to finding new ways to meet the local firefighting crew. But, sometimes…
And so I went, and wandered. I did see a neat rice steamer.
Home again; not so fast. First there’s groceries, and then a home visit to a friend. Thankfully the weather has cooled off, and the frozen pizza and tub of ice cream didn’t change state. It could have been a meltdown. The friend had a neat dog, who was content to sniff and be scratched until I murmured “Up!”. Suddenly, a wriggling armful of fur, in need of lots of attention. And on the flip side, my own dog shunned me for a period of time, as repayment for my infidelity.
Sleepy afternoon around here. A snorefest. Come suppertime, I opted for something based on a list of ingredients: bacon, lettuce, tomato, chicken, mayo, bread. Pretty hard to screw up a sandwich.
From today’s “news story with a serious math error” page: Egypt on Saturday said there is a 90 per cent chance that hidden chambers will be found within King Tutankhamun’s tomb. I remember spending a few minutes on the calculation of probabilities (that’s what this is, right?). When something is “either/or”, the value of 90% didn’t come up. Ever.
