It’s still raining for something like the fifth straight day and I’m bored.
OK, OK, we humans are not supposed to be bored. We’re supposed to be able to find something to do.
There are lots of things I could do.
You want a list?
OK, let me compile one.
1) Make apple crisp. Even though it’s the third apple crisp during the rainy month of September. But apple crispy sounds delicious, doesn’t it? It shall go in the oven soon.
2) at the same time as the acorn squash from the garden. One must conserve on propane, yes, because we want to save the Earth from excess greenhouse gases. Squash and apple crisp shall bake simultaneously, but
3) they must bake before the pizza. I am going to make some sort of squash sauce atop a pizza crust and add sautéed swiss chard from the garden. I am not following a recipe, so please don’t ask. The pizza must bake while the cook constructs
4) a tomato salad with tomatoes from the garden. Am going hog-wild and adding olive oil and vinegar and maybe some chunks of feta or something decadent before Barry leaves to cover a high school varsity football game and I
5) go back to staring at the computer because I’m bored OR
6) trek up or down the dirt road because it’s supposed to stop drizzling or downpouring and, you know, maybe the sun is coming out right now, but it’s come out before and then started pounding holy almost-hail and
7) we need to wrap a box of gifties to send to San Diego in advance for the upcoming wedding and we need to pack it really really good and tight so nothing breaks and
8) OK, I have a magazine I could read but am having trouble
9) responding to any more comments about grief this afternoon because suddenly am sad, sad, sad about what’s happening in Pakistan even though a rainbow arches across the sky somewhere here in the Upper Peninsula and I pray that one end of the rainbow burrows into Pakistan and one into Lake Superior and a pot of gold will be discovered at each end.
10) I’ve typed this in fifteen minutes without editing and would you forgive me if I don’t respond to comments on this post because it’s the weekend and every weekend I read YOUR blogs, right?
11) OK, OK, I COULD work on my township job, you’ve chiseled that out of me. Yes. But I don’t feel like it. The boredom exists because there’s nothing novel which presents itself. Nothing creative. Nothing exciting. Nothing sunny because now it’s sprinkling again, tears from heaven, too much grief.
12) Is it, dear readers, is it really the Fall Equinox this very day? This very moment? No, I have typed in error. The Fall Equinox approaches on the morrow and brings with it a momentary hush in the world in which we can all realize our deepest dreams or at least find the pot of gold which is buried somewhere in each of our beating hearts, halfway between joy and grief, halfway between summer and winter, halfway between boredom and the exquisite next unknown moment.