I popped into Phil, the shoemaker, to visit Vanya, his wife, who asked me out of habit what’s new. She’ll ask me this at least three times in our conversation, in case I forgot something.
“Nothing’s new,” I said. “I’m having a very boring day.”
“Tank God for dis,” she said, in her unrivaled Russian accent.
It got me thinking.
A week ago Friday I thought I was going blind…one of the worst days of my life. A week later I’m passively complaining to be bored.
What’s wrong with this picture?
I got up, had coffee. Went to an early work appointment out in Brooklyn. Came home, had lunch. Wrote a bit then read at the library.
How uneventful…how dull…how simply glorious.
Not one crisis to be had.
I’ve decided I want more boring days where nothing out of the ordinary occurs. Where I yawn every few minutes and stretch where I’m perched.
When no one expects anything of me and there’s nowhere pressing to go.
I can soak in a tub, change the sheets then leisurely drop off the laundry on my way to buy a birthday card.
I can eat while I’m strolling.
Maybe I’ll even leave my phone at home allowing me to just be in my travels.
The next time I think I’m having a boring day, I will say…
Tank God for dis, and remember…
God speaks through other people.