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Puttering and Dawdling
May. 14th, 2015 07:18 amYesterday was the first time in weeks I was able to exercise without feeling like I was going to fall apart, so that was good. Not sure whether it was the retreat of the hot, muggy weather or whether I’ve finally thrown off residual chest fu associated with that cold.
Otherwise I putter and dawdle. I’m quite content puttering and dawdling, and may never do another productive thing again in my entire life.
Chatted some more with Ed who told me he disliked retirement. (He took some sort of buyout package from the State of New York a few years back; one of those offers you can’t refuse.) “I feel so useless,” he said. “That’s why I’m always taking on these projects. I’m not a writer, you see,” he added.
And I had another one of those epiphanies. Apparently, it’s unusual to be able to amuse oneself for hours on end with slight permutations and combinations of fantasies that arise simply from rearranging words and commas on a page.
Meeting up with A in Cold Spring later this afternoon, so should try to get some work done this morning.
Otherwise I putter and dawdle. I’m quite content puttering and dawdling, and may never do another productive thing again in my entire life.
Chatted some more with Ed who told me he disliked retirement. (He took some sort of buyout package from the State of New York a few years back; one of those offers you can’t refuse.) “I feel so useless,” he said. “That’s why I’m always taking on these projects. I’m not a writer, you see,” he added.
And I had another one of those epiphanies. Apparently, it’s unusual to be able to amuse oneself for hours on end with slight permutations and combinations of fantasies that arise simply from rearranging words and commas on a page.
Meeting up with A in Cold Spring later this afternoon, so should try to get some work done this morning.
