My husband is fishing. My son is with his girlfriend. I’m still in my pajamas. I just won a game of solitaire without cheating, which is pretty hard to do, and I’m staring at the dog who is staring back at me. I think she wants some of my top ramen noodles.
There are a million and one things I could be doing, but most of them fall in the category of “have to”. I don’t want to do the laundry. I don’t want to clean out the cupboards in the office. I don’t want to get on the treadmill. I don’t want to plan all the meals for the week and go to the grocery store.
I don’t even want to do the things that usually fall under the category of “leisure” for me. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to watch TV. I don’t want a pedicure.
I want to build a swimming pool in the back yard.
And people in Hell want ice water.
Maybe it’s not that I’m bored. Maybe it’s because I don’t know how to take one day and relax and do NOTHING! How does one go ABOUT doing nothing?
I need a hobby.
Scrapbooking? That’s Dee Dee’s gig. Chasing down emergency vehicles? Devin’s got that one.
I want to be the editor in chief of a major magazine that is totally original, totally raking in the big bucks, and totally mine.
I want to go to the inauguration on Tuesday and sit with Oprah and Stedman and Gayle.
I want to be on tour with the Dixie Chicks—if they would ever go on tour again. I wonder if Natalie Maines is playing solitaire right now and eating top ramen noodles?
Staring at her dog?