Amuse Me
Some days nothing funny or entertaining happens, and it falls upon me to create my own amusement.
Actually, to be truthful, what I do first is complain to Chris.
“Chris, I’m bored,” I whine. “Entertain me.” If necessary, I am not above pouting and occasionally I will even pull on his sleeve to get his attention.
“I have enough to do!” Chris says, busy flying helicoptors on his computer. “Entertain yourself!”
“But I’ve got nothing to read,” I cry. “And there’s nothing on TiVo except all your old sci-fi and Egyptian history programs. When are you going to watch those, anyway?”
“Later, later,” Chris says. By now he has killed 32 peasants and organized his friends into a crack squad of assasins. In the same time, I have accomplished examining Paco’s ears for excess wax.
“Why don’t you just get some hobbies?” Chris asks.
I don’t answer him, but I do wonder where all my hobbies have gone. Lately reading seems to be my only hobby. I love reading, and the book I’m reading now, It Must’ve Been Something I Ate, is a hilarious collection of essays about food.
But some days I get tired of reading. I want to go out to the movies, go dancing, go out to eat! I want to be young and social and have witty conversations with intelligent people. I want to do something that doesn’t involve dogs.
Then I remember I don’t really like to do any of those things, except possibly go out to eat. And I sit down and pick up my book, and then I remember why I love reading so much, because one great book can transport you to places a witty conversation will never lead.
Posted by: ssjane | April 5, 2004 | 5:46 pm
Posted in: This Life