Why am I bored? Heck, do I need a reason? It is an out-of-date magazine waiting room bored. Only I am not in a waiting room . . . exactly. The gloomy, sunless winter and spring this year fugued me out, prompting me to feel as if it were all just one long endless session of same old, same old. Then this summer we moved into the “Hotness” and it went on and on – until today.
Today I walked out and it was in the high 60’s in the early morning. Tomorrow the high is supposed to be in the mid 70’s. So, I shouldn’t be bored anymore. But my eyes shift from right to left and back and I know the ‘Hotness” is lurking out there, waiting to oppress me again.
All of this is nonsense; I am just in a funk. Now where did I put my anti-funk spray?
Can I borrow some of your boredom? I just want these houseguests of mine to go home. There. I’ve said it. I want my house back. They aren’t even really my guests, I just said they could use my extra bed… thing is, they use the bed and stay around and hang out in my livingroom, and do nothing while the kids (their kid and mine who married their kid) are at work. Go somewhere? Take in a museum? A movie? Drive off a cliff? (oh wait, that would be an overpass in Houston)… not a chance. I am stuck and really want my house back! augh!
I return you to your boredom now….