It gives me pleasure to laze about on a day with nothing in particular to do, thinking of what, in all the world things I could be doing, I will actually be pantsed to do. The very act of considering what I might do often is such a struggle that I just hang it all, and do nothing.
Frequently, I talk this over with the cat.
This past year has been full of things to do, things scheduled, places to be, items to check off. There has been precious little of a long exhalation, and asking that cat what we ought to do. "What shall we do today, cat?" Her answer is, inevitably, sleep. Sometimes she just sits and stares into space. Admirable activity that.
Last night I went to a play, and had dinner with a friend afterwards. This morning I got up to go surfing with
That's too much work. All that paddling and shouting. I prefer the bobbing peacefully on the water, looking at the pelicans and cormorants, and occasionally dropping in on a well-timed wave. Much better to trek home, hose off boards and selves and have a cold beer on the balcony.
And then, after Scotty took off for doing stuff, to sit around and wonder what I ought to do - to happily dawdle. "Cat, what should we do today?" I just asked. She's sitting on the ottoman, staring at my violin. She swivels and ear towards me and twitches her tail, acknowledging she's heard me. Her plan is to just sit around and relax.
An excellent plan. I do believe I shall join her.
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