Build Your Vocabulary

Lazy? Me?

Try “slothful.”

Try “indolent.”

Try “otiose” – which is a word ya don’t run across very often outside of 18th century theological tracts, derived from the Latin ōtiōsus meaning “ineffectual.”

It’s like I’m living inside a little globe sans artificial snowflakes and upside down miniatures of the Empire State Building.

It’s not a particularly uncomfortable state of being, just odd because I seem to have lost all ambition, any urge to be productive.

All I want to do is wander through the countryside and look at things and try to imagine what they looked like 300 years ago.

Like those stone slabs, which I came across as I was bushwhacking off-trail alongside the river. They must have been a boat landing of some sort back when, right? They’re too symmetrical to have been manufactured by nature.

I imagine my mood has something to do with the weather. The high humidity lends the light a kind of limpidity – I don’t have the words to describe it. This moment I inhabit doesn’t have windows that look out onto the future.

If I want to do any of the things I’m tentatively planning to do this fall, though, I’ve gotta get moving on the income generation front.

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Imane didn’t show up for her appointment with us yesterday.

I’m not surprised.

Was it because she’s young and careless and imagines she can handle it all on her own? Or was it because something in her life had reached a crisis point?

I don’t really know, and I’m not going to put much thought into it.

One of my great character flaws is that I’m always looking for ways to solve other people’s problems so I can be a hero!

But, you know. Fuck that.

I don’t have to be Wonder Woman. I only have to get her to pass her GED.

And only if she starts taking our work together seriously and stops showing up late.

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On an unrelated note: Why does Facebook think I care about Ellen Degeneres or Kevin Smith?