Never once, except twice when I quoted someone else in their context, and not as a referent to my own boredom.
I don't think I've ever been bored before. People would say that they're bored, people harp on it all of the time, and I don't understand the concept. In fact, I would deride people who bitch about boredom (with my inside voice) because I figured that they're just lazy, or .. well, lazy.
But, I think that's what's ailing me now.
I'm not giving over half my life to some non-profit.
I don't have crazy people chasing me around (generally speaking).
I don't have any addicts or addictions.
I don't have any friends who aren't working full time, or in a relationship, or in another county.
Everything both at home and office is put away, unpacked, organized, cleaned, polished, labeled, dusted, or disposed of.
Aside from feeding myself, and deploying a microfiber dust rag every now and again, there is no maintenance. Three loads of laundry over the weekend. Now that I'm using an indoor clothes rack for drying, I don't even have to keep an ear tuned to the dryer's buzzer.
I don't have any unfinished business roiling my dreams.
And, I have no plans. Well, not until Saturday afternoon when I have five hours of mental cake-walking to engage in. And, I'll have to buy gas before then.
No visitors. No crises. I can't work up a good outrage about anything going on, because none of it is new, different or unexpected. We're ALL getting what we paid for, voted for, asked for and expected.
I have been asked by a number of people to lend a hand with this or that project, but it's all spec. Speculative. Non-income producing, except for maybe.
Maybe this is why people get married. I don't know.
If I had a job, I would have something to do, somewhere to go, something to interact with - but -
It took me all of fifteen minutes, searching on Amazon tonight for a Kindle series of perfect opera librettos (64 in all) to buy, download and research.
I read two sample books on my Kindle for PC tonight. Watched a DVD that was truly delightful (Joyeux Noel - about the first Christmas following the outbreak of war in 1914).
After Saturday's class, I have a brief dinner engagement and then nothing until the following Saturday, or maybe the previous Wednesday.
I guess it's a good thing that I didn't win last night's Powerball, because I'd be gone so fast looking for something new to engage in - you'd wonder what happened to me.
Sometime in June, that is, when you come back to thinking about why I've been so quiet.
