A beautiful day today, but a mite windy in the late afternoon. I didn't do much of anything today; I call it taking a day off.
Something that's instilled in most people is that they must "do something." All my life, I've had to "do something" because if you don't do something then something is wrong with you. And if you don't believe that, try sitting in your easy chair all day without doing anything for the entire day and watching what happens to the people around you. There will be accusations of laziness, shiftless, no motivation, useless, and unambitious directed at you just for not doing anything for that one day.
Of course, I'm not bothered by those accusations whatsoever; I wear those aspersions like medals of honor because they made me who I am today.
Everybody needs some time to sit around and do nothing. Sitting around doing nothing seemed impossible when I was working for a living. I was working for eight hours, sleeping for eight hours, which only left eight hours in the day to keep whatever raggedy truck I had running, cutting the grass, and let me tell you, keeping the grass cut in Miami, Florida where everything grows like crazy is a lot bigger project than you might think—and taking care of the house. There was very little time to sit around and do nothing.
But now, doing nothing is a skill that needs to be learned, especially for retired folks like us. I think doing nothing all day is especially difficult for older folks because our whole lives have been spent doing something every day, and now that we have the opportunity to do nothing when we feel like it, mentally, we can't shake the feeling that we need to be doing something.
Fortunately, I've overcome all the feelings of having to do something every day or maybe every week. It wasn't easy to get to this point, it took a lot of practice and not a small amount of trial and error, but now that I've reached a point where I can sit all day without doing anything at all, I think I've reached the pinnacle of retired life.... But it sure makes it difficult to think of something to write in my blog.
This line of boulders leads the way to another smaller City of Rocks up on the little hill in the distance.
Ancient Indian artwork showing some of the space aliens that frequently camped at the City of Rocks. There were no hookups back then so the aliens always had to boondock. Their spaceships looked very similar to a 1957 Airstream trailer so they stuck out around all the Indians teepees.
The Indians got along well with the aliens and had a brisk business trading Indian moccasins and rubber tomahawk's for the aliens computer chips and terabyte hard drives.
But then one day, February 18th in the year 3, the aliens flew away in their 1957 Airstream trailer spaceship never to return again.
Seeing this picture of me boondocking in my unlevel site, reminded me that I need to get some more leveling blocks when I get to a Walmart.