I'm sitting in the living room and contemplating making baskets out of boxes [which are at a premium around here]. Why am I doing this? Because taking all the cardboard to the recycler , especially on Sat., is becoming tiresome.  So here I am thinking of designs and whether or not I can actually do this and I hear what sounds like Mahalia Jackson singing very, very softly in the background. Huh?

Then I realize it's the cat. She isn't happy with just the crunchy food for dinner and is complaining about it in a low register. Why? Because she got a bath a couple of days ago and hasn't quite gotten over it yet so the complaining is low key as opposed to strident.

But it took me some minutes to realize it was the cat and in those minutes I thought about all the things it could be.  Mahalia Jackson...ardent gospel singer. I knew it wasn't my neighbor listening to her.  He primarily listens to Jazz and African folk music. How do I know this? Because he plays it loud enough for the neighbors. I like jazz and I like the African music so it's not that big a deal for me but I do wonder on occasion about the country music lovers around and about. * grin *

Then I considered that maybe MJ was singing from up above. You know, the music of well, wherever it is you go when you leave here. The choir of one at St. Peter's gate. I decided that was unlikely.

It also occurred to me that the pellet stove might be getting musical. That also seemed unlikely but an interesting thought.

So that's what's occupying my evening so far. Hope yours is going well.

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