boredom

I am deep in the Winter blahs. Yes, I know it's mid-Fall. Around six o'clock I was ready for bed. Put me out of my dark, dreary misery. At the dinnertable we were discussing the roll-a-bility of dog poop. A long story. I laughed until I cried at the absurdity of it all.

Where did the warm summer nights of backyard baseball go? My son would run from tree to tree to tree then home again. We'd stay out after nine running, laughing and counting the emerging stars. It was just last week, I'm sure of it.

The rains have set in. The first day I was delighted to be cleansed by Mother Nature. The world will feel new again. The second day I enjoyed seeing the water rush from the drainpipe. Remembering a time when it didn't and instead collected in our kitchen. The third day, which was today, our hiking was doomed to end in a muddy mess so it was aborted for an extended stay at the library.

Don't get me wrong, I love the library, but I ended up with a book about an Oregon pioneer woman living alone in the 1800's.

I bet she went to bed at six o'clock.

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