Rainy Sunday Afternoons

ByHeather

Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

— Susan Ertz, Anger in the Sky

I have to admit that I am puzzled by people who claim to be easily bored. I can’t recall ever being bored. Granted, I am an introvert, which may explain why I have not lived an over-active life. I have always had a long queue of interests that manage to keep my mind occupied. I grew up in the country. The vast countryside was my backyard and my siblings and I always had something to do. As I grew older I discovered books and the world of ideas. Again, no shortage of things to do on a Sunday afternoon.

I have always tried to live the Emerson quote, “This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.” This is especially true of rainy Sunday afternoons. Strangely, I have also never longed for immortality either. Right here, right now is pretty good.

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