What exactly is a person supposed to do after work? We are all influenced by the people within close proximity to us on a regular basis. That narrows it down for me. I see my wife, my cat, the postman, and the young men I play basketball with at the rec.
I think of people I know who still have social lives. I am amazed. My sister, for example. Up in Oklahoma, she probably hangs out with friends three times a week at least. I donâ€™t do anything outside of my house three times a week anymore except exercise.
I know of a whole group of people my age or a little younger who live within a radius of 8 miles from our church. Those people get together much more frequently simply because itâ€™s more convenient. Heck, if my closest friends were only five minutes away, Iâ€™d probably see them several times a week, or at least per month. But I live twenty minutes from church, which means that no one who lives over there wants to come out here. Sure, they would come if I owned some land or an amazing pool with tropical landscaping. Anyone would take a twenty minute journey to enjoy a mini-vacation.
Such is life.
Some days, I force myself to take brief breaks outside, just to experience the weather. I was planning on doing most of my work from my laptop outside via wireless, but the router I bought was so sub par that I am taking it back.
Being outdoors is difficult sometimes. Ever since I quit smoking. That was what, a year ago already? Guess so. Time flies. Not really. I took a beating this past year – part of it, anyway.
I feel a little pressure to write something brilliant, now that Kristine has said the fam is gathered around the computer. Give a guy some time to get his bearings. Iâ€™ll find brilliance hiding somewhere. In the meantime, I just hope I can sleep without the intrusion of blogmania. Perhaps I will have to give it a different name. That one sounded rather like a video game.