Into the Boring Time of the Year

[jayfurr]

Carole and I are moving into the boring time of the year, the time between the last of the leaves falling from the trees and the holidays. One might comment that in this election season things aren't boring but I submit to you that waiting for the election to just be #@*!&$! over is the ultimate in tedium.

This weekend it rained like crazy on Saturday afternoon and evening and consequently we just holed up at home and did not much of anything. On Sunday we slept late and then, upon discovering that the rain was gone and the day sunny, we went for a 16-mile bicycle ride, starting from our house and going most of the way to Waterbury on Route 2. Had we not gotten a late start we might have done more of a ride but when it was already well after three (and Carole was complaining about stomach pains) we turned back short of our goal. Yay us, I guess. Any exercise is good but I'm not announcing plans to run any marathons based on a 16-mile bicycle ride.

My wife's cousin Holly is going to be running the NYC marathon in a week, which just makes me feel lame. No matter how many things I'm relatively good at, from kayaking to hiking to walking sixty miles in three days, I still consider the fact that trying to run even three miles would probably give me terminal shin splints and/or kill me. Sigh. I'm pleased for Holly, though. I don't know what it is about running that makes me think that so long as I can't/don't do much, I'm still the ultimate in wimps. My sister, who shares the same low-hemoglobin blood trait that I've got, goes out after work at her law office and runs three or four miles. Why don't I? Boredom, generally. I find the idea of running pretty damn boring. Perhaps if I made up a mix of techno/workout music and tried running with that I'd do better, but I doubt it. I just don't much like running, but still pointlessly feel that nothing I do much amounts to anything since, after all, I don't RUN.

This week I'm doing a distance education class from my office, the kind with a telephone conference line and web sharing. Next week I'm probably going to be doing custom programming all week for a particular customer who seems to like me, and the week after that it's another distance education class. Then, assuming nothing's changed, I'll be going to Fargo, North Dakota to do a class. Translation: 'boring', 'boring', 'boring', and then 'potentially kind of cool'. Then it's the week of Thanksgiving and then we hit December. With any luck it'll snow or something so at least it'll look all pretty.

Sigh.

My whole mental world revolves around having something cool on the horizon to look forward to, and right now I've got nothing. I don't want to start bugging people about the 2008 Breast Cancer 3-Day because it's just under a year away and I think it would annoy the living daylights out of donors if I started begging again so soon after the last one.

And I don't even have Halloween to look forward to. No one invites us to Halloween parties because even though we've lived in Vermont since 1998 we really don't socialize with anyone; it's hard to make hangin'-out-with friends when I'm on the road so much. And no kids come up our road and up our long driveway to trick-or-treat. We're too far out in the country.

Sigh. Boring, boring, boring.

Comments

[flaviarassen.livejournal.com]

There's no local haunted houses in which you guys could help out?

[jayfurr.livejournal.com]

There's that whole being-out-of-town-a-lot thing going on. We do have this thing called the Haunted Forest (which we've never been to) but they invariably want people who can volunteer for the entire run of the thing and not just drop in now and then. Carole hypothetically could, but unfortunately, she's got that whole no-concept-of-time-management problem.