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I grew up on a 500 acre farm that had half a dozen barns, ponds, a river, an eternity of forest and a dump, loaded with an inexhaustible supply of old cars and assorted explorable junk. I even had my own BB Gun, a .22 rifle and a bow and arrow. And would you believe that there were days, in the summer time, when I would sit in the house with the sun shining right down on the roof and say, ‘I don’t have anything to do.’
I kind of feel like that right now. I’m sitting here, surrounded by roughly one hundred and fifty of my most favorite books, and I have nothing to say. Not one word. I mean, I do, but it doesn’t feel very interesting… like I’ve already explored the whole dump.
Down time is good too... it may feel boring but it's refueling... just my 2 cents.. been there...
ReplyDeleteI'm having a little down time myself but my experience is that like a recession it doesn't last forever.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean; I get like that sometimes, and the Roomie always gets mad at me: "How can you be bored?? I have 100 lines to translate from Greek, and a Latin poem to write...etc." But, I sympathise with you! :P
ReplyDeleteCompletely unrelated to your existentialist problems, all I can say, is that I'm really really really glad your posting again!
ReplyDeleteEven if it's just to say you're bored :)
stephanie
What I really meant to say was... I was surrounded by words and had nothing to say... bad analogy, I guess.
ReplyDeleteStephanie, you know I live only to make you really really really glad.
It appears then that Stephanie is one of the luckiest people in the world! :D
ReplyDeleteSorry, I didn't mean to assume.
ReplyDeleteEmmy... You're too young for me to say things like that to. But, I love nothing more than to knowing there is a smile on you emoticon's face that I might be responsible for.
ReplyDeleteGwen... Never a need for apologies here... you assumed correctly... if all goes well, I should be refueled by Saturday, at 11:30 A.M.
Emmy... edit out that extra 'to'.
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