Room with a view
The view from my window is uninteresting; in fact, after three years of looking at the scene with absolutely nothing happening It had become almost unbearably boring. As with so many things that have to be put up with in this life, my mind’s response was to adjust its tolerance threshold; it did a recalibration of the point where things start seeming to be interesting.Now I set an alarm on my phone to make sure I don’t miss the man across the square taking his dog for its early evening walkabout. I’ve invented a little game where I try to guess which houses the postman will visit and which ones he’ll miss. The postman usually wins the game; I suspect he has the answers written down somewhere.
Sometimes the parked cars might be in a more interesting configuration than normal, or the bin men may have left the emptied bins cluttering up the pavement more untidily than usual. The unpredictability of such events makes them all the more entertaining when they occur.
A fascinating cloud drifted by the other day, and here’s me complaining that nothing ever happens.
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You know the MiMi too well!!