I appreciate all the well wishes I got last week. But looking at all of that I must have made myself sound like some sort of cry baby! I would be lying if I said I was never a cry baby. I'm an awful patient! When I get sick I need a "mom" to bring me chicken noodle soup, check my fever regularly, bring me cold, wet rags...well, you get the idea. A BIG BABY!! I get a bit fussy when people break plans for less than satisfactory reasons, too. But, for the most part I keep my mouth shut when I need to, and often when it needs to be open. I do tend to make a lot of plans for myself to get this or that done with a timeline. But if I say I'm gonna do something, then that is my intention. And occasionally I overbook myself. I might cross a deadline or two, but I'll get the job done. Besides, I'm happier when I'm busy. I prefer to be a constructive type of person. There's always something to do. Laundry, mow the grass, paint the shed, a new roof for the pigeon coop, move the bantams to a bigger coop, sell the bitties, paint the porches, replace the steps. Okay, most of these are really just examples, but things to get done nonetheless. Maybe you have different things to get done. I'm quite sure if you look around, it would not be that hard to find things to do.
From all of that rambling, I need to deduce that boredom is an excuse. I do not like to be bored, and it's a rarity if I ever am. I do find time to relax. I eat dinner slowly. I watch television. I eat ice cream in bed while watching "The First 48" or something on the History channel. The only REAL drawback I find to being busy, whether it's working or playing, is that it makes time go by so much faster. It astounds me that in less than a year I will be half of seventy. I have a feeling I'll be one of those guys that has some sort of mid-life crisis. Pityful me. But I don't want to be a cry baby. Life is good, isn't it? Sure, there are ups and downs. We lose friends, we disagree with family, we have financial hardships, we face illness. Those are facts of life. But we breathe, we see beautiful flowers, birds, mountains, we talk with people, we make new friends, we listen to music. Overall, if we stop and smell the roses, as clicheish as that may sound, we will realize that life, after all, really is pretty good.
Okay, my blubbering has gone on long enough. I'll leave you with a pic I took at the beach that I really love. Have a great week!!