contemplativeThis morning Carol and I took Rudy for a walk at Windmill Island Gardens located here in Holland MI. Carol and I often walk at Windmill Island. After walking around Windmill Island we visited a thrift store looking for a bedside lamp for Carol. I looked at the used books and found one used book titled, "A Private View" a novel by Anita Brookner.
This afternoon I have been basically doing nothing. I tried reading my Reformation commentary on John 1-12, but failed. I wrote in my paper diary and watched a TV show I taped last week. Carol went to bed this afternoon since she goes back to work tonight.
Not much else to report this afternoon. I am out of it. My mind is tired. I suppose I am sick of everything. I wish Carol was retired so we could take off for a road trip. Next month Carol flies to Boston Mass. for the birth of a grandchild. Carol will be gone ten days. I am staying home because I am too scared to fly anywhere. I also rather stay here where it is safe. The outside world is a dangerous place. Why risk my neck wandering out there in the American Wasteland.
Well I suppose I will close to wait it out. Existence keeps speeding by.
