Confessions of a boring person

by chuckofish

This week I’ve struggled to take my DP’s place while she was away in Colorado. I only wrote two extra posts and their subject matter reveals just how little I have to say. After all, the first post reported on someone else’s (my son’s) adventures and the second one dealt with potatoes. Lest you still don’t get the picture, here’s how I filled my days:

  1. I cleaned and tidied
  2. went to the office
  3. binge-watched NYPD Blue (thanks to my DP, who suggested it)
  4. did crossword puzzles and read
  5. made dinner when it was my turn

Outside of the house I went to the grocery store, the office, the bank, the drugstore, and one Tai Chi class. Nothing unusual happened. I didn’t even take a walk, although I did get to chat on the phone to my brother, and son #2.

I’m not complaining — I had a lovely week! It was relaxing and satisfying. I got some things done and did not hate myself for what I didn’t achieve. But you must admit that even the most creative imagination might have trouble squeezing an entertaining blog entry out daily activities. I guess that’s the trick, though, isn’t it?

As Laura Ingalls Wilder wrote, “As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness — just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”

Sometimes life is a little colorless and we have no great pictures to post or deeds to recount. So be it. If nothing else, a few days of gray will make the eventful ones stand out all the more.

Until next week…enjoy the calm.