I was bored yesterday. I wanted to DO something. “You can do lots of things,” my husband informed me. “You can read or write or sew or cook or work outside, you can go for a walk or a bike ride, you can watch tv, you can go to a movie, you can lie down and take a nap.” I’m not sure what I wanted but it was none of those things and I haven’t found the right match for volunteering yet. I don’t regret that I decided to leave my formal job. It was time. I don’t know a better way to express it than the retired minister I met, who said, “I felt called as strongly to retire as I had once felt, to enter the ministry.” Amen, I say to that! The first three days after I left work, I read and wrote and read and wrote and felt wonderfully sublime. Then I binge- watched “Orange is the New Black”, zooming through a full season of thirteen episodes in four days. After a couple of weeks, I wanted more. Lots more. Something new practically every day. “Were you this easily discontented when you were a child?” asks my wonderfully placid, easy going husband. The answer is yes. So for now I’ve enrolled in a new language class and it starts today. I can’t wait!
Re: The Columbia. Yes, it would have been nice to see it, and many other rivers and places less controlled and less civilized than what we have today. But, if you were back in that time, you would find a lot more of your time being taken up with the mundane tasks of daily living, and you, Mary, would have had difficulty with that too. As a teacher I would have identified you as attention deficient and hyper active and I would be assigning you tons of extra projects to keep your body and mind occupied. (I read your boredom piece too). So, what language class are you taking? Good for you.
There’s that lightly tethered thing again. What language are you learin now? Chinese perhaps
Or you could go to lunch with a friend