Yeah, it’s like that here in spring. Yesterday the temperature crashed and it rained off and on all day, so my fingers tingled even through work gloves and except for necessary chicken chores I barely left the cabin dawn to dusk. Happy I got the firewood put away; that stuff represents many hours’ labor cutting up nearly irreplaceable pallets. It shouldn’t be left on the ground, or in the rain. So I could stand at the window and congratulate myself on overcoming the normal urgings of my procrastination gene, if nothing else. But I was still stuck indoors.
A friend asked me one time, in some discussion involving my rather circumscribed life in my stomping ground of roughly four square miles, usually not seeing another person for a week at a time and frequently not for periods substantially longer than that, if I ever got bored.
I think I said no, but of course that would have been a lie. Everybody gets bored with what they’re doing sometimes, but I don’t usually sit and brood on it. I just get up and go do something else. There’s always something that can be done, and I can go out and do it whenever I feel like it.
Except on rainy days. Then there’s nothing rational to do except sit inside. And we do not like it. Not one little bit.
So I turn to my little shelf of solace…
And as you can see it’s rather small and contains quite a few (necessary! since I don’t really know how to do anything) reference books, so books I haven’t read a hundred times before are a blessing beyond price. I’d be Kindle’s biggest fan, if I have the bandwidth.
That’s why I was so happy Big Brother sent me those three Michener books and I really did make it through one of them, a couple of weeks ago. But Hawaii finally defeated me. There are things more boring than sitting at a window on a rainy day, and it turns out early Michener is high on the list of those things.
I went for some Correia, which is always great rainy day reading, but then my eye was caught by a dusty slim volume I hadn’t taken down in quite a while. My one-and-only ‘graphic novel,’ other than the copy of Probability Broach I bought just to be supportive when Big Head Press was kicking off…
V For Vendetta!
The art is arguable; I can’t always tell the characters apart. But the story grabs me even after all these years. It’s ‘way better than the movie. And it took me all the way through the wet afternoon, with a break for cold soggy chicken chores.
Today promises to be brighter, drier and even a bit warmer, so I hope to spend it in more profitable ways. But still; it’s good to have my little shelf of solace with me for a rainy day.