Idle

We spent a Work Free Holiday on the river. It was great; we drank daiquiris while floating on inner tubes, listened to live music while eating burgers at the marina, and slept on the dock.

Something about doing nothing while other people are at work made it even more enjoyable. We mentioned this often to one another.

Me at 1AM: “Want to play another round of Yahtzee?” Mister: “Why not? We don’t have to get up and go to work in the morning.”

Mister at 11AM: “Making a batch of daiquiris?” Me: “Of course, we aren’t at work.”

Now that we are back to our everyday work routine, I think our life is missing idleness. We know how to be idle, just not how to work it into an average day. The state has pretty firm ideas about when I arrive everyday- so that lets out sleeping in. The state is also inflexible about the length of my break- so no 3 martini lunches. I can’t spend the afternoon at the dog track because the state doesn’t release me until 7PM. And have I mentioned how the mortgage company feels about the monthly payments? Mister can’t not go to work and us keep our house.

Maybe we need an idleness revolution. A hammock in the front yard would be a sign of support. Lying in the hammock at 9AM Monday morning would be an act of heroism