Are you bored? Have you ever been bored? I probably got bored when I was a child, but I really don’t remember ever being bored. I always had something to do and if I couldn’t find something to do, my mother found something for me! Right now, in this part of my life, I can honestly say I am never bored. In fact, I said to David the other day, “I wish I could be bored for just one day!” He agreed. Maybe that’s an awful thing to wish for, so I take it back.
Our life right now is going to the doctor, working on the house, taking care of the pets, going to the doctor and shopping for groceries, something we both seem to never feel like doing. I hate to shop. At least in stores. I love to shop online in my easy chair, preferably in my pajamas with a cup of something hot beside me. But going to a store and having to deal with all the people and then get to the checkout and see all the self checkout lanes and maybe, if you are lucky, two or three actual cashiers working. I am on a vendetta against self-serve lanes. Now if you love them and think they are the bees’ knees, then ignore what I am about to write. I believe self-serve lanes makes people the unpaid employees of the store that has them. You do all the work but don’t get any salary or benefits and the store owners pocket a whole lot more money. Plus, self-serve lanes put people out of work except for that person who just stands there waiting to help the people who don’t know how to use the self-serve lane. I simply refuse to use them. I will stand in line for fifteen minutes and complain so everyone can hear me about all the self-serve lanes and the few service lanes. David tries to pretend he is not with the crazy lady. Many stores don’t offer any service anymore. Wal-mart is one of them. Wal-mart is not my favorite store and I wish Pioneer Woman had not made a deal with them to sell her stuff because I love her stuff, but hate shopping in Wal-mart.
Back to boredom. I have a lot on my plate right now. More than I really want or want to deal with, but sometimes life hands you a big plate of, shall I say CRAP(excuse the French) and you have to deal with it whether you want to or not. I try to ignore the bad stuff as much as possible and focus on the good stuff, but sometimes the bad stuff takes over for a time. Yet, there is so much good stuff.
The good stuff for me right now is the fact it is Spring, we are finally getting our old house painted, a new screened in back porch built and a revamped bathroom done. As I write the painters are banging ladders against the outside and painting up a storm. I really love the new darker color of our house. Now it will disappear into the scenery. After our neighbor cut down all the trees on his property, our house stuck out like a sore thumb and people all of a sudden noticed our house. Before, you could hardly see it from the road. But now, with the darker paint and the fact that the bushes are growing taller because the trees are no longer there, the house will fade into the background again, which is good. This old house has seen many changes in the decades it has stood. It was built just a few years after Queen Victoria died which I find kind of neat and before the first world war. It’s held families during WWll, the Korean War, and the Viet Nam War and this family that has had a member who served in the Gulf. It’s seen babies come in the front door and go out the back door adults. It’s seen parties and Christmases and birthdays and sad days. It’s been my cocoon when I have needed one. I hope whoever are the next occupants will have as wonderful a life in this house as David and I have had for over forty years. I’m hoping we still have several years left in it. It’s a dear, old house and I always think it has its arms around us. It’s haunted, too, but that’s a whole other story I will have to tell one day.
But, back to boredom. I am never bored. If I get bored, I read a book and if I don’t want to read, I sew and if I don’t want to sew, I knit. Anything to get out of cleaning house. I keep the house, as they say, clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy. Dusting is the least favorite thing I like to do in housekeeping. I dust when company is coming and not very often other than that. My shop is one big dust bunny right now because I have a crate of baby chicks I am raising in there and they put out a lot of dander. I didn’t realize how much dander just four little chickens can generate. In a few weeks they will join the big girls and I will dust then. They have almost all their feathers and are outgrowing the crate. We put them outside for a while each day to acclimate them. I will miss them when they move out of the house. Just like I did my children!
But, back to boredom. What does it feel like to be bored? I really don’t know anymore. Sometimes it seems that I just get up and it’s time to go to bed again and I wonder where the day went. Maybe I’m just a poor time manager or get distracted by too many things. I get up in the morning planning to clean out a closet and the next thing I know, I’m planting flowers instead. Or I plan to do the ironing and a quilt I am making calls my name and I must work on that. Things do eventually get done, but usually not when I had planned them to be.
So, if you are bored, come to my house and I will find lots for you to do. Bye. Oh, and thanks for putting up with my rambling thoughts today! I was going to have pictures, but haven’t downloaded them yet. Got distracted.