the illusion of grandeur

This evening when I went to get the laundry from the line, there was a mantis clinging to the railing right by the door. Erik stopped scoring for a moment to look. It got scared and climbed from the railing to the wall.

We made the holes for the string binding for #39 with an awl this time, as opposed to the power drill. I said we should tell a folktale, sing a folk song, and wear traditional dress. Erik said we should get our food from a chuck wagon. I told him we weren't pretending to be white people.

We have brown rice cooking for a late dinner. Erik's keyboard makes satisfying clacking sounds as if I'm really getting something done.