What is there to do on a day like this? It’s so humid that simply breathing is an overwhelming and exhausting task.
Not a day for bicycling; it’s about to pour. Not a day to work in the garden, although the soggy ground would make pulling weeds so much simpler. Not even a day for a walk, when spending time outside is an exercise in exasperation.
It might be a day to revisit old indoor tasks; the ones nobody wants to undertake when the outside is too beautiful to waste in the house. But today? Too miserable to want to be anywhere but in the house. Or in someone’ else’s house if I were invited; or a movie house, if anything compelling were available to watch.
If a light bulb goes off in my head it’s because the lamp with the light bulb is on top of the night table. Aha; the top drawer of the night table. That’s always too full to easily open or close. The drawer that everything gets stuffed into until there’s time to look through it and sort. But there is never such a time. Time is always taken with other tasks, pleasurable or necessary. Who isn’t always too busy, not home, or not in the mood? But since on this day I am searching for something to do, I face the question: what IS in that top dresser drawer?
At first glance I see receipts, warrantees for appliances I no longer own and out of date newspaper articles that seemed terribly important at one time. Old gift cards and lots and lots of pens. Pens? Yes, the ballpoint pens that were accumulated from places that mark trails of where I have been.
In fact, the government should forget their spying techniques using electronic devices and simply examine the accumulated pens that people have collected from every place they’ve gone to. Mr. Snowden would never have had a chance to leak secrets if only people checked out their ball point pens!
And that is my solution for what to do on a day like this: collect your old pens and make a travel log of where you have visited in the last several years.
All the evidence is right there in your top night table drawer.