Being Bored

I don't think I've ever been bored. It's not that I can't understand the concept; it's the revolting laziness it brings to my mind.

Bored? Do something: Read a book. Count the tiles on the floor. Write a poem. Wash the outside of the your house. Rearrange your sock drawer. Make a chart of the light bulbs in your home, with hours on and the duration of time they lasted. Take a walk. Take a drive. See if you can determine the change in your pocket with your eyes closed. Measure your height. Take a nap. Cut your toenails. Pick your nose. ANYTHING but sitting around bored.

In three minutes of writing, I've occupied a substantial amount of time and I didn't even try.

Bored? Get a life.

Arthritis

Age is bringing arthritis to my hands. It's not debilitating, but it can add a nagging ache to my finger joints after a long day of using my hands.  It's part of the aging process; especially for someone like me. I've spent a substantial portion of my life having to grip things tightly, such as finishing concrete, or driving nails.

We wear out. Like old cars, something grinds against something else, until the wear causes damage.

Getting old is not for sissies.

Clueless and Compelled

As I was driving along today, I was thinking about my youth, when I played a lot of pool at a friend's, and a short story idea popped into my head.

I'm clueless to why this happens. It never did in the past, but now it does and the story occupies my thoughts until I do something.

In a way, it's a wonderful thing. In another, it's a cruel master that never lets up.

If I have time, I'll try to write it this weekend. If not, it will appear eventually. It's uncontrollable and I have no choice.

Lost In the Electronics

Modern electronics are fantastic. Handheld devices allow complete access to the internet, instant communication, and the ability to discuss any matter with anyone at any given time.

While electronics offer many things, they prevent others. To push my point, I offer the following observations:

I was driving down a city street and passed a young man so distracted with his phone, he was almost completely unaware of my truck as I passed.

A little further down the street, I passed a young woman that was walking, while talking on the phone.

Both had their heads down, almost oblivious of their surroundings and lost in an ethereal electronic world.

Meanwhile, an exceptionally beautiful sunset was in progress and neither seemed to be willing to raise their head and observe the wonderful event.

I think both are missing something, while entranced with their cellular phones, and will probably never realize how much they missed.

It's The Simple Things

I opened some bacon, found it was exceptionally lean, and realized how much I was tickled by such a simple thing.

Maybe that's the secret to a good attitude. Keep it all simple and enjoy the simple things.