“The individual is handicapped by coming face to face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists.”
This morning it was coffee and papers on the deck. The morning was warm and sunny. Gracie found a cool spot and fell asleep, sort of keeping me company. The birds were plentiful as I had filled the feeders yesterday. The deck, however, brought me a bit of sadness. Some of the flowers are dead as are a few of the herbs. The sun feels different and its shine is muted.
When I had finished the papers, I decided to go into the backyard and collect the branches which had fallen during the summer and the hurricane. After I dragged one huge branch I couldn’t even lift the whole length of the yard, I decided that was it for the day. I did find Gracie’s favorite toy and brought it back inside.
It doesn’t happen often, but I have been bored of late. I’m guessing it is the letdown after my trip. I start to read then get tired of my book and then look to find something else to do. The other day it was dust seldom if ever seen places. Today we’re going to the dump, a Gracie trip as it does nothing for me.
We rode down cape a bit yesterday as I was going to a shop which sells frames so I could hang a few of my favorite Ghanaian shots. The store has been replaced. I shrugged and figured it was all part and parcel of my boredom as even my errands come to naught. I went the back road home hoping the farm store would be open. It wasn’t even there. A squirrel has eaten a chunk from the pumpkin I just put by the front steps. I think I am in the middle of a conspiracy of sorts.
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September 27, 2011 at 1:32 pm
Sunny and just perfectly chilly here today.
I rarely get bored but I di last weekend 🙂 But I did the best to enjoy the boredom since it happens so seldom 🙂
But I guess that’s the risk of travelling, coming home again to every day life isn´t that exiting to be honest even if one has a great life 🙂 and I can fully understand it since Ghana is rather different from where You and I live 🙂
Have a great day anyway!
Christer.
September 27, 2011 at 4:59 pm
Christer,
It became quite humid today, and I thought it might rain, but the sun came back later.
I think you’re right about the traveling making every day a bit bvoring. I figure time will take care of that problem.
September 27, 2011 at 4:13 pm
My suggestion to whip the boredom is to be creative!
Either grab a digital camera and take shots around the cape of things that start out feeling familiar: Find unusual ways to shoot them.
OR grab a pen or computer and write things BESIDES the blog posts. Start a short story and see where it takes you. Write a poem and see where the lyrics are in your heart.
OR grab a friend and go for a drink at the nearest soda shop…see where the conversation takes you both.
“Life is full of so much, we can never plumb the depths.”
— R. Herndon, 2011
September 27, 2011 at 5:01 pm
Rick,
That’s a great idea. I often bring my camera on rides and think of a great shot but keep on driving by it. Now I’ll stop. The cape ha smore than enough to keep my eye and camera busy.
I often start stories in my head but then never put them on paper. Maybe it’s time I did!
You have perfect suggestions for me.
September 27, 2011 at 6:07 pm
Yes, you miss Ghana. We are packing today and moving tomorrow so I’m kind of out of it. Other having a wonderful time with my grandson.
September 27, 2011 at 8:42 pm
Z&Me,
Life seems good for you! I’m glad you’re enjoying your grandson as packing can be a real pain!
September 27, 2011 at 6:34 pm
Hi Kat,
Today was a “work” day so Rocky went off to play with his friends at doggy day care and I went off to do some massage (and get one, too). Now the two of us are curled on the couch. I’m watching Hugh Strachan’s World War I while playing with the computer. Rocky is asleep. That was our day.
I think a little boredom is nice to have now and then. It’s probably necessary as a reboot for the brain. 🙂
Enjoy the evening.
September 27, 2011 at 8:46 pm
Hi Caryn,
I did a work day as well. I changed the litter, emptiied all the trash and went to the dump. Yesterday I cleaned a good portion of the back yard by dragging branches. Today I spoke to my factotum, Skip, who will be here Friday to do all the chores I used to do. Life is good!
Gracie is curled on the couch. I’m at the computer. I have no idea where the cats are, but I suspect they’re sleeping somewhere.
You also enjoy the evening. It sounds as if you have a good start!
September 27, 2011 at 7:55 pm
Ooohhhh, a ride to the dump, what hound wouldn’t look forward to that? It’s 8 pm, Maggie is perched and ready to let rip in to the shadows that permeate the night.
I find that a return from trips tends to change some of my patterns…the radio stations that I listen to, the shows that I watch or my reading. Since getting home from England I have abandoned Stern (say nothing) and have not been able to restart a Dominic Sandbrook.
September 27, 2011 at 8:51 pm
My Dear Hedley,
Like you, I have had trouble finding a routine since my return from Ghana. Usually I have at least one book I’m reading, and I have yet to finish one since my return. I guess the travel riles quite a few emotions.
Gracie does love our dup. When she sees all the trash being moved to the car, she does circles through the house. We did enjoy our stops at all the recycle bins.
September 28, 2011 at 8:53 am
Your comment about dusting seldom-seen-places reminded of James in Bolga. He had not a dust removal system, but a dust relocation system.
September 28, 2011 at 9:21 am
Bill,
I alwasy thought James was an innocent compared to Thomas. He was always so congenial. I think we were all ill-prepared to be houseboy people. It was never part of training. Maybe if we had them call us Sahib!
I swear Thomas is a multi-millionaire somewhere near Bolga. He resold everything. I remember buying meat wrapped in the New York Times.
September 29, 2011 at 9:30 am
I was never so lucky to get a newspaper for a meat wrapper. It was usually a few big leaves.
You may be right about Thomas. At least he wasn’t around to get into our/Adongo’s stash and re-sell it….
September 29, 2011 at 11:46 am
Bill,
You are absolutely right: it wasn’t meat. They were in the big banana leaves. It was rice made into a newspaper cone from the Times. Thomas recycled and sold all the cans and who knows what else.
I remember my mother had sent me some spices and Thomas thought he’d give them a try. The meat sauce was cinnamon that night-not a big hit!
He might have gotten a great price!