Fifty shades of boredom

I woke up this morning and lay there for a couple of minutes trying to figure out what day it even was.
The days don’t mean much anymore; they all blur together.
Badger hadn’t given us her usual Sunday reminder about her Monday appointment yet.
Cowboy also hadn’t gone to church in the past few days.
So I figured it was probably Sunday, even though I still wasn’t completely sure.

You’d think that Raven being here yesterday would have made it obvious yesterday was Saturday and today had to be Sunday, but it didn’t.
I was thinking, dang, you’re not even 60 yet and your memory is slipping.

They’re saying we’re in Blackberry Winter, and it’s gotten pretty nippy. 
I’ve had the heat on since last night and kept it running all day.

Today’s been one of those days where I’ve felt restless and bored with nothing to do.
Days like this make me wish I’d learned to drive, or at least insisted we stay in a place where you could walk anywhere you needed.

Growing up, none of us needed to drive.
Hometown had everything you needed: doctors, restaurants, schools, a hospital, stores, and parks, all within easy walking distance.
Down here, it’s dead, and you have to leave just to do anything.

The day went as usual.
Cowboy, of course, went to morning and evening church services.
After coming back from morning services, he disappeared outside for a bit, then settled into his usual nap in the recliner until evening service.
Evenings stayed the same: nap and TV.
Badger and I have watched way too much TV.

Right now she’s basically blind as a bat, wearing those dark glasses like Stevie Wonder does.
They said the optometrist won’t be in until Tuesday, but the office staff may still be there taking appointments tomorrow.
If I can get her in Tuesday, hopefully they’ll have her new glasses back by the weekend.
I can’t imagine having to wear pitch-black sunglasses all the time is doing her any good.
She and I went out earlier this morning.

Heron had me put my she-shed decorations back up.
I downsized this year, so I’m just keeping a lot of them in the she-shed instead of using them.

Then he planted flowers and said that was my Mother’s Day present.

I’m pretty sure he went fishing after that was done.
He disappeared anyway.
Then late this evening he went kayaking.

Badger made spaghetti and meatballs for supper.
Heron came home just as I was heading to bed.
I told him I’d saved the meatballs in the refrigerator, but the spaghetti had been sitting on the stove since seven p.m.
He still had cold spaghetti and meatballs.
I don’t guess three-hour-old spaghetti sitting on the stove will hurt him any.

I’ll get off of here.
I can’t say I’m going to bed; I’m already in bed on my tablet.
I’ll clean the post up tomorrow.