Dateline: 9 November 2016
|Me and my aunt Carolyn, back in the day.|
Nothing irks me quite like the phrase, "I'm bored."
When I read that, or hear it said, I feel like saying that if you are bored, it's because you are boring. Which is to say, you have no imagination, no initiative, no creativity. It's a pitiful commentary on one's self to say you are bored.
For 13 years I had one of the most potentially boring jobs in the world, working in a maximum security state prison. But instead of complaining, I used the time I had to do things like write, read, work out ideas on paper, and memorize Bible verses. If I had a piece of paper and a pen I could entertain myself for hours. Hours.
That said, I like to think that I've never been bored a day in my life (and I seem to recall telling this to my kids when they were younger). But there is photographic evidence (above) that would indicate that I was bored once— in September of 1965, when I was 7 years old.
The picture was taken at my Grandmother Kimball's camp on Cross Lake in northern Maine. My grandmother did a great job of supplying me with books (mostly comic books when I was little) and making sure I had creative activities to work on. That's what I remember. But I may have succumbed to boredom too, as the picture suggests.
I'm sure, however, that boredom was short lived. After all, meal time at "Chateau Kimball" was always something to look forward too...
All of which is to say that I've been pretty busy these days, and not able to blog much here. But I'll get back into it soon enough.....