There Is Something to Be Said for Boredom (standard:humor, 898 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 02 2014	Views/Reads: 2044/1532	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Boredom is something that most people do not really appreciate. It always has a negative connotation, but in the right perspective, boredom can be a reward for lots of activity.

This past week I discovered for the first time the true value of
boredom. After this, I never gave it too much thought. When I wore a 
younger man's suit, I had so much activity I did not have time to be 
bored. But now, that seems to be behind me, far behind me. 

Two of our grandchildren were at the house for a sleepover, which on the
surface seems like a very pleasant evening. Of course, they only had 
half a day of school so they were at the house right after lunch. So, 
from lunchtime all the way through till breakfast the next morning they 
were energizing our house. 

I had forgotten how much energy a person has when they do not have to
carry around a lot of age. I suppose I was that energetic when I was 
their age, but whose memory can go back that far? 

It all started out very nice with a lot of activities in the afternoon
leading up to suppertime. By this time, I was wearing my age on my 
sleeves and I was not wearing a long sleeved shirt. They were inside, 
then they were outside, then they came back inside to tell me what they 
were going to do outside and then they went back outside. 

I do not have many virtues, I grant you, but one virtue I do have is
that I know my age. And with my age comes a great deal of limitations 
when it comes to energetic activities. 

I can sit in my chair for hours reading a book or writing an article.
But when it comes to going outside and chasing children who are chasing 
a ball who then begin to chase you and then you fall down and they jump 
on top of you, that is a different story. 

Right around 3 o'clock, I looked at the Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage and ask a simple question, “How soon is supper?” 

“Silly Grandpa,” she said with a hearty laugh, “we just had lunch.” 

I sighed a lack of energy sigh knowing that we had several hours yet to
play. 

Being as careful as I could, I snuck inside and collapsed in my chair
only to be found out by the two little grandchildren energizing our 
domicile. They came screaming into my room, jumped on me and began our 
infamous tickle game. I am not quite sure, but I think this lasted at 
least 10 hours. 

A thought creaked in my head. Even at my age, I can entertain a thought
or two on occasion. So, without any consultation whatsoever with my 
wife, I made an announcement. 

“Who wants candy?” 

That simple announcement got their attention and drove them like a
magnet into the kitchen straight to the candy jar jumping up and down 
in anticipation. 

“One rule with the candy,” I explained, “you have to eat it outside.” 

I had a willing and compliant audience and filled both hands with as
much candy as they could handle. Screaming with delight, they rushed 
for the outside where they could set at the picnic table and indulge in 
the candy. 

I headed back to my chair where I could indulge in some non-activity. 

Supper finally came and with a lot of noisy chatter and laughter we ate
our supper. 

I left the table and went to my chair to relax a little bit and watch a
little bit of news on the TV. I was almost dozing when I heard some 
chatter next to me. 

“Grandpa,” I heard the dual sing, “we're bored.” 

“Why don't the two of you sit down and read a book together?” 

“No, we want to have fun!” 


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