We had no
sooner returned from one of my nephew’s university graduation than the next day
my brother was asking what I wanted to do this coming weekend: at my blank look
he asked –“aren’t you getting bored?”
Bored? When
I arrived on a Tuesday and we left on Thursday for our lovely trip to South
Carolina, returning only the next Tuesday.
Bored? When
we spent two days at home, leaving on the Friday for graduation weekend in
Tennessee?
Bored? When
I have the privilege of talking a morning walk with Stormy on the loop:
flowers, trees, birds (including those I never see such as cardinals and
robins).
Bored? When
my sister-in-law and I spend our days chatting, running errands, shopping and
in general egging each other on in all sorts of (questionably adult) fun.
Bored? When
I am just barely keeping an eye on the client via e-mail.
Bored? When
I haven’t read my local paper, which I receive online during my absences, since
May 1st.
Bored? When
I have only read one book so far – after two weeks.
Bored? When
I didn’t have time to play even one computer game the whole first week.
Bored? When
we play cards – several times and poor brother – he is usually on the lower
side of the deck, so to speak, in many of them.
Bored? When
I slip into sleep each night floating on the happiness, laughter and love of
the day.
Bored?
Crazy, silly, loopy, spacey: probably with frightening frequency for my
entourage.
But Bored?
Oh, I know,
he means BORED:
Beyond Old Routines Ever Driven
or perhaps
Better Over
Routines Existential Drivel
or even
Blessed On Realizing Existing Dreams.
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