How Can Anyone Be 'Bored'...

That horrible black cloud is moving away thank goodness...thank you all for your reassuring comments...it's nasty enough to be thinking how to breathe without having to suffer from an over whelming feeling of doom and gloom...!

I don't know how many of you have an account on FaceAche...both Himself and I do because it's often the only way we can find out what our Grandchildren and Great Grand children are doing...writing letters to Grandparents seems to be something that happened in the Dark Ages...!

But it does so make me want to scream and kick something when someone announces they are 'Bored'...what kind of a word is 'Bored' when its at home...they aren't little children either. They are supposedly adults, with homes and children of their own...but they don't do anything. They don't bake a cake or unravel an old sweater to knit a scarf or go for a walk or pick Blackberries and make a pie...they don't seem to ever read a book or make some dough from flour and glue for the children to play with or search on-line for free courses to learn something new or dig the garden over to grow veggies or plant up some pots with brightly coloured flowers...

Oh, they watch soap operas on television and celebrity shows full of slightly vacant people who once had their fifteen minutes of fame and they could probably name all the contestants on some vile reality T.V. programme but they are bored...and they announce it to the entire world of Facebook as though it is something to be proud of...

I am never ever bored...there are books to read and crochet afghan's to be made and a jumper to be knitted and the free course I'm doing about the First World War and then there is Ancestry to delve into and music to play and all the instructional videos on YouTube to watch...making crocheted flowers and how to breathe properly and step by careful step for knitting and patchwork and I write a daily blog and explore ancient burial grounds, when weather and breathing permits, and I do the crossword in the paper and take photographs and talk to my donkeys...and give them ginger nut biscuits, 'cos those are their favourites, along with squashy pears.

Now I do have two granddaughters who are old souls...they live on the edge of the Artic circle in northern Sweden and they are never bored...already writers and poets at the ages of fifteen and thirteen and fluent in Swedish, Irish and English...but Freya and Ellie are the exceptions.

I doubt they'd know the word 'bored'...Freya seems to spend a great deal of time butchering Moose with her beloved Pa for the freezer...Ellie drifts about in a haze of words and paintings...

It is so sad, is it not, to find life boring...to be incapable of entertaining oneself, to be surrounded by a rich wealth of nature and easily accessible information...to reach the age of thirty or thereabouts and find the only possible words to put on your timeline are...'I'm Bored'