Being Lazy,

“lazy summer days” — wonderful what an internet search turns up…

I donʼt really want to work. (Clever how the title leans right in on the start of the piece, innit?) Clever how I resort to cutesy ungrammatical usages to prompt me into writing when I really feel like doing nothing whatsoever. Period. Nothing at all.

I created the post for Thursday (not much of an accomplishment as that will be the conclusion of “Ayn-Sof,” so all I had to do was explore and create a vast number of links and come up with some kind of introduction/opening remarks and make the Longer Items page that I had promised). If I were actually inspired and dedicated, I should truthfully explain what that poem is all about instead of just offering hints and links. Maybe by Friday…

Ah, thereʼs that old ellipsis again. It seemed so cool and summery a little while ago, and now it just reeks of escapism and avoidance. As do I…

— So I  worked on my finances, updating my digital checkbook, to make myself feel better (and hiding additional dollars to keep myself at least somewhat in check on spending money). It has been nice scraping in those payments from the government for all my diligent Census work. But that still leaves this post at well below 200 words…

I am delighted that for five days now my computer has been all mine, the last monthly payment leaving my account on the second, while I was preoccupied with everything but finances (or even being on the computer at all). I have even paid for the next yearʼs protection software (and update). Just as it feels like a summer has begun (for the ex-teacher), it has.

I had thought I had gotten the worthlessness and laziness out on Friday afternoon by not doing one worthwhile thing. And I got active on Sunday by working outdoors with/for Janet. Trimming the grass (the stuff the mower doesnʼt reach), inserting fertilizer spikes for trees and bushes, helping her with her outdoors decorations, washing both the truck and her car, and generally keeping solidly busy and physically active from before noon until nearly 5:00. But I guess all that work just left me drained today/Monday.

I had such big plans to at least dictate pages and pages of the Sepharad story (and maybe I will yet) and get down some of those ideas for “Mantorville” that driving around for six weeks have given me. Instead, my big activity for today has been getting off my posterior to get the mail…

That, and then updating the financial picture and striving mightily to create at least this much of a post…

And itʼs not even hot! The weather turned really pleasant on Sunday (after a wild Saturday night with heavy rain — while I was trying to grill shrimp — and the tornado sirens going off and an actual tornado ripping through the northern part of town and then sustained heavy winds). Itʼs clouding up some as the afternoon stretches on, and weʼre supposed to be getting rain tomorrow/today/Tuesday (dependent on your actual experience/point of view).

(I think I keep pulling all that temporal relativity sleight-of-expression because every time I check the blogʼs statistics someone has clicked on the “January is for Janus” post, when I first brought it all up. Although I believe that is due to people searching out Gödel, Escher Bach, as perhaps now they will do to this post as well!)

But (back on topic from a paragraph ago) the weather is not hotly, wetly indolence-inducing. Itʼs really quite nice.

— And I am so lazy that I havenʼt read any of the books that I have written about (including the new Hofstadter, even yet). Instead I picked up Tarzan of the Apes, having been thinking about ERB a lot this year, and James Michenerʼs Iberia (believing it was more research for the Sepharad stuff). Those and Wilbur Smithʼs Assegai. Really unworthwhile reading…

And right now I feel like getting back to one of them…

‘Nuff said?

©2010 John Randolph Burrow, Magickal Monkey Enterprises, Ltd, S.A.

2 thoughts on “Being Lazy,

  1. There is no such thing as unworthwhile reading. If you are reading for pleaure there is nothing wrong with that! I might draw the line at some crappy romance…but people are free to read whatever, even if it is something I would/do not like…

    • Thanks, Colleen! You are right. I just do have more challenging (and perhaps rewarding) reads to undertake…

      And during my misspent youth, folks considered science fiction and fantasy downright garbage, right there with romance fiction. (Donʼt let Shelley hear/read that remark of yours!) Mysteries had already started a climb up the literary ladder of acceptability. I guess the college lit profs were more like me than Shelley, so one of the genres remains trashy.

      Romance fiction, hmmmm. Maybe thereʼs a market there for me. Janet and I even started plotting back in the Eighties a Harlequin about a young woman vacationing in Fiji…

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