Some R&R With Dr. Do-nothing
Last week my husband and I cashed in our frequent flyer miles for a five-day trip to Hawaii to celebrate our anniversary. Thank you credit card debt!
Besides shagging and eating, I had grand plans, and my packing list reflected this:
Three books
One notebook
One sketchbook
A set of watercolors
Mechanical pencils
Microns
A wooden panel to draw on
Two tiny canvases
A shitty draft of a short story
I was being ambitious, but you never know.
Day one: Distracted by stray cats. Did nothing.
Day two: Distracted by Cardinals. Did nothing.
Day 3: Distracted by Brown Anole Lizards. Did nothing.
Day 4 Â (and 1 thru 5): Distracted by pigs and chickens. Did nothing.
Day 5: Distracted by sea turtles. Did nothing.
I hope to return some day to do a lot more nothing. My packing list will probably look totally different.
Two books
One notebook
Two sketchbooks
A set of watercolors
Mechanical pencils
Microns
A wooden panel to draw on
One tiny canvas
A shitty draft of a short story.
I’m being ambitious but you never know.
You nailed the Hawaiian animal mafia. Though you could get in trouble calling them distractions, especially the roosters. I believe they identify as enchantments. It sounds like you returned home, presumably for the sake of the kids.
But what happened to all the shagging and eating? That's what I want to know.