And when I wasn't staring out of windows I was 'exercising my imagination' in other ways. Lori and I spent about thirty minutes today tossing a squis
hy yellow light-bulb--one of those stress toys--across the living room to each other. I have no idea what has possessed us this weekend. In our defense, the lightbulb toy has "Exercise Your Imagination" written on one side and "Disney's Imagination Institute" on the other. It's one of those wonderful-but-expensive items you can pick up in the store after the Journey Into the Imagination with Figment ride at Disney's EPCOT, along with Figment the purple dragon ("horns of a steer, but a loveable fellow") who is hanging from his magnetic feet above the bay window. Whether this half hour of madness improved our imaginations in any way is debatable, but I did learn that a bulb is significantly more tricky than a ball to catch (either that or yet more proof that I should never have been forced to play any type of sport in school).
Sad, but true. That's what our time off in the evenings has come to. At least we didn't sit down in the floor and roll in back and forth to each other. We probably would have if it hadn't been a lightbulb.