Shoelaces for Josie

It has been a long day. Days when I don’t have something to do or some place to be seem to drag an eternity anymore. I think I’m supposed to look forward to these days of freedom; I don’t. And yet all week I pin my sights on Friday so I can have two days off. Please, can someone explain the sense in that? I sure can’t.

I suppose the answer is a simple one, really. Find something to do. And I have, in a way. I walk. I take the kid and we walk. My Sunday average is now up to 7-10 miles. But even at 10 miles, that’s only three hours. It’s not enough. Either I need to do more walking or I need to find something else to do to pass these free days I have.

Maybe I’ll start an underwater basket weaving club. Or join the association of scuba divers who can’t swim. I could volunteer at the food shelter. I don’t even know if we have a food shelter here. If we do, it probably isn’t open on Sundays. I feel like if I’m not going to be happy in the way I’m utilizing my free time, I should donate that free time to something good and useful. Like underwater basket weaving and food shelters.

But I don’t know how to weave a basket underwater. Scuba diving isn’t very popular around my landlocked home. And, like I said, I don’t even know if we have a food shelter. So, I’m sitting here with all the lights off. Smelling like a burnt sock, sipping, swallering and bellering.