I BORE myself

Ever get so seriously bored with yourself you'd just like to change channels?

I can't think of anything to post, political or otherwise. Nothing happening locally that's sick, depraved, stupid, unusual, funny or interesting. Even things in Wisconsin have quieted down. Perhaps we all have a latent case of senioritis?

The economy is hammering our downtown. Our bookstore has closed, as has a used book place that no one thought would make it anyway. However, everyone's favorite used book store has oddly seen a drastic DECREASE in sales since the other two closings, and the owner says he may not make it until summer. Another downtown icon, Tiny's Hot Dogs, may be closing it's doors. This is just incredibly sad. I've been doing my part, but our discretionary cash amounts to about $1.50 a week right now.

I'm in a mood to dance like no one is watching and howl at the moon, or at least at some Republicans. I have this overwhelming urge to just fall on my back and watch the clouds - in a not-depressed-but-tired-of-fighting way. In the way the Michael Keaton character let's go of the handle bar at the end of the movie My Life. In sort of a "thy will be done" way.

This is all I need for a good life: a safe warm house, a back porch, my husband at my side, my kids, my extended family, my friends (physical and cyber), lots and lots of laughing, good coffee, good books, good wine, good walks. Yep, that's about it. Yep, I'm boring. But if you were at my kitchen table I would serve you warm food, laugh at your stories, and keep your coffee hot or your beer cold. And we could love this boring life together.