Things I have done in the past week to try to entertain myself while it rains almost non-stop outside during July, a month when accomplishing things on my “Save It For Summer” To Do List is a top priority.

1)  I rooted for Zen-Den to burn up a waffle while he was making some for breakfast yesterday morning.  I thought that the smoke might add a little excitement to the day.

He, however, didn’t burn anything, made delicious waffles, and even cleaned up the kitchen afterward, thereby depriving me of things to complain about here in a blog post.

Yes, I’m bored enough to feel defeated about not having a cooking mishap to start the day.

2)  I watched hours of TV shows about buying property in Alaska.  Alaska is a state that I adored in Northern Exposure, but after watching these shows, I dunno about these people.

While watching these shows I learned that 33% of the homes in Alaska have outhouses.  And that people there seem ga-ga over views of mountains that all look the same to me.  And that moose wander around free-range style in Alaska’s largest city, Anchorage, population 300,000.

Clearly, no matter how much I loved Maggie and Joel, this is not a state for me, a woman who thinks staying at a Motel 6 is roughing it.

3)  I sorted through all the catalogues that are in this house.  I ended up with a 14″ high pile of catalogues, unwanted, in my way, yet here, for reasons most varied.

Some were catalogues from companies that I have bought things from online, while other catalogues, unsolicited, seem to magically appear in our mailbox.  Then like a ninny, I bring them inside the house.  

My conclusion?  Catalogues are a plague of locust, impossible to stop.

4)  I researched perfumes online.  I want a new fragrance, but when shopping in the stores I can’t find one that suits my fussy nose.  So I sat here, at the computer, reading online descriptions of fragrances, knowing full well that perfume is something that needs to be sniffed and dabbed before buying it.

Yet all because I cannot accomplish anything around the house like I want to do, I was bored enough to read about perfume, as if that was a good use of my time.

I mean really?  Reading about fragrance?  I’m doomed.