Bored is boring

 

Pothole

Road salt & weather damage. Beautiful if you look.

AKA alligator or fatigue cracking per Google

    My days are so repetitive that it’s tempting to say they are boring, especially in the heart of winter. They are certainly mechanical, as GIG says and which I want to deny.  I used to tell kids who complained of boredom, “If you’re bored, you’re boring. Find something to do.”  And it’s still true for me.  Even my “free repeaters” will yield interesting surprises, like the beautiful alligator cracks and the photos I took and edited.  That was from this noon’s “long walk” with Red, just a few yards from home, a daily activity.

     Even better, we met two houses down and engaged cheerily with three neighbor women in the bright sunlight and brisk air.  We had not seen them in a few weeks, which seemed to add to the pleasure somehow.  P told us a story with good humor, although it was certainly an irritating experience for her.  

     She had removed a false lower front tooth and laid it on a table; her dear rascally little Dachshund snagged it up and chewed it into three pieces.  “I didn’t yell at him; not his fault.  But I can’t afford an $800 replacement right now, so this is my new look.”  Of course she looked fine, it’s hardly noticeable; we all commiserated, and talked about dental health in our state a few moments before we went our separate ways. So good to have friendly neighbors!