It’s been pretty warm around here lately... low- to mid-80s F.
That may sound like “pansy talk” to people in warmer climes, but when
you get soft from the normally mild Northwestern weather, a temperature
spike can come as a shock. Sometimes the best thing to do is to slow
down and take it easy.
Sunday was another no-clouds day with
lots of warmth--perfect for a bike ride, a sail, a hike, hanging at the
beach, reading a book, or whatever. After the morning church service,
with all of these options before me, I grabbed a drive-through lunch
and went home to plan my afternoon. I turned on A Prairie Home Companion
as is my custom, to get my down-home, Midwestern, bluegrassy, dry wit
fix. I dosed off during Guy Noir and woke during News from Lake
Woebegone. (Fun line from the Guy Noir skit--Scene: car rental counter
at a South Carolina airport: “Do you want a dog with the truck rental?”)
Home wraps up, but I wasn’t too motivated to get on the bicycle,
especially not after the pastor’s wife’s Friday ride that nearly ended
in heat stroke. The sun was out and in full-force... so if I was going
to ride, it would have to be closer to evening.
So I unpacked boxes during Car Talk
I don’t have a lot of books, but the ones I do have were still packed
away in plain site 5 months after my move. “I will get bookshelves,”
I’ve kept telling myself. But I finally got wise to my lies... and now
the books are out of the boxes and, um... on the floor. It looks better
than the cardboard boxes, though; trust me.This American Life
came up next, and I’m realizing that this is all my day is. The choice
as been made to stay in and do pretty much nothing, save being
entertained by the radio. My name is Slacker. I was asleep shortly
after All Things Considered started, and woke up again during an
entirely uninteresting Fresh Air Weekend
I had two thoughts at this point:
1. Two naps in one day. Sweet! Things are going my way.
2. My dear Radio: for this lame finish to a fine, fine day, you have betrayed me.
grogginess wears off soon enough, and I realize that I still do not
have anything on hand that is not frozen and is also not spoiled.
Fosteronomo calls me minutes later to
invite me over for Scrabble. Things were going my way today, right? I
convince myself that today
is the day I can beat a guy with a Masters degree in Communication and his book-reading, RN wife.
gets two bingos in row; Rachel gets one a round later; and although ol’
Jimbo (that is, I) is regularly scoring 20 points or more, he still
ends up last. Darn these book readers.
In all, Sunday was one of
the most relaxing days I can remember. At least for one warm, sunny
summer day, I didn’t have to care about all that stuff on my mind, or
do that thing on my TODO list, or do that other thing for that other
guy... it was just I, kicking back and letting my body catch up.
That whole “Sabbath was made for man”
thing? I’m totally on board.