What do you consider to be a waste of time? Age matters, no? The older you get, the shorter the list!
But I do have a few contenders: spewing negative venom and in general complaining and criticizing, without an intent to promote something better. What a waste. And causing harm, of course, is not a good use of time, though I suppose much caused harm happens either out of absence of knowledge or for the sheer benefit of the responsible party, so with harm, we're in a different stratosphere altogether. It's waste, but with an evil twist. But how about waste without harm to another? If you're older, your kids are grown, you can't see your grandkids because of an insanely pernicious pandemic, is anything a waste?
Perhaps you'll argue that you have a lifelong responsibility to educate yourself further. So that learning a new language or reading a stellar book is not wasteful, but watching a RomCom, or pulling weeds in a yard corner that no one ever sees, or playing games, computer or otherwise, to entertain yourself is as wasteful as it gets?
I can't agree. Maybe you'll become a less interesting person if you dispense with the education and opt for weed pulling or entertainment. But then, if you're happy and find other movie loving, or music loving, or weed hating, or simply like-minded happy people to talk to, then who is to say that you've not provided value to the community? A happy person has great value.
And what if you waste time because you believe in something ridiculous and then pursue it to unreasonable levles? Is that truly a waste then? I mean, you have to admire people who find many creative ways to fill their days. And if one of those ways happens to be going on a wild goose chase in the hope that the chase may, at least theoretically net you a lost kittie -- so be it!
Right?
So it wasn't a waste of time for Ed and me to head out to Stoughton today to poke around a new neighborhood in search of the lost kittie, was it?
We had decided early on that we would once again walk the suburban blocks of this town today. The spotting of (maybe) Cutie yesterday happened in a part of Stoughton we had ignored up to now, because it was on the other side of the highway. Why not give it a once over today...
Especially since it is such a gorgeous day!
(From morning walk to the barn)
Just stunning. A linger on the porch kind of morning.
A begging for a walk type of day. So why not walk in Stoughton?
Once again, no photos from the hour-long canvas of the suburban blocks. I suppose I could have given you some pics of signs. There are many on the lawns of Stoughton and, unlike all the nastiness you hear and see everywhere else these days, the signs are positive. Some presidential stuff, but without hatred. (Biden in the suburbs, some Trump in the countryside.) And plenty of others: Black Lives Matter. Science is real. The climate is changing, why aren't we? Love is love. Kindness is everything. And lots of Hope for Hannah signs, which are a tribute to a young Stoughton girl fighting cancer. So many people, displaying kindness and empathy in so many different ways. It warms your heart.
I do have one photo -- of the herd of cattle, the one we pass each time we drive to Stoughton the scenic way. As I said, they're fetchingly photogenic! Even at odd angles.
After our Stoughton outing, I spend a lot of time on the porch. Reading, writing, gazing. Wasting time in the most productive way.
But I do have a few contenders: spewing negative venom and in general complaining and criticizing, without an intent to promote something better. What a waste. And causing harm, of course, is not a good use of time, though I suppose much caused harm happens either out of absence of knowledge or for the sheer benefit of the responsible party, so with harm, we're in a different stratosphere altogether. It's waste, but with an evil twist. But how about waste without harm to another? If you're older, your kids are grown, you can't see your grandkids because of an insanely pernicious pandemic, is anything a waste?
Perhaps you'll argue that you have a lifelong responsibility to educate yourself further. So that learning a new language or reading a stellar book is not wasteful, but watching a RomCom, or pulling weeds in a yard corner that no one ever sees, or playing games, computer or otherwise, to entertain yourself is as wasteful as it gets?
I can't agree. Maybe you'll become a less interesting person if you dispense with the education and opt for weed pulling or entertainment. But then, if you're happy and find other movie loving, or music loving, or weed hating, or simply like-minded happy people to talk to, then who is to say that you've not provided value to the community? A happy person has great value.
And what if you waste time because you believe in something ridiculous and then pursue it to unreasonable levles? Is that truly a waste then? I mean, you have to admire people who find many creative ways to fill their days. And if one of those ways happens to be going on a wild goose chase in the hope that the chase may, at least theoretically net you a lost kittie -- so be it!
Right?
So it wasn't a waste of time for Ed and me to head out to Stoughton today to poke around a new neighborhood in search of the lost kittie, was it?
We had decided early on that we would once again walk the suburban blocks of this town today. The spotting of (maybe) Cutie yesterday happened in a part of Stoughton we had ignored up to now, because it was on the other side of the highway. Why not give it a once over today...
Especially since it is such a gorgeous day!
(From morning walk to the barn)
Just stunning. A linger on the porch kind of morning.
A begging for a walk type of day. So why not walk in Stoughton?
Once again, no photos from the hour-long canvas of the suburban blocks. I suppose I could have given you some pics of signs. There are many on the lawns of Stoughton and, unlike all the nastiness you hear and see everywhere else these days, the signs are positive. Some presidential stuff, but without hatred. (Biden in the suburbs, some Trump in the countryside.) And plenty of others: Black Lives Matter. Science is real. The climate is changing, why aren't we? Love is love. Kindness is everything. And lots of Hope for Hannah signs, which are a tribute to a young Stoughton girl fighting cancer. So many people, displaying kindness and empathy in so many different ways. It warms your heart.
I do have one photo -- of the herd of cattle, the one we pass each time we drive to Stoughton the scenic way. As I said, they're fetchingly photogenic! Even at odd angles.
After our Stoughton outing, I spend a lot of time on the porch. Reading, writing, gazing. Wasting time in the most productive way.
