always has surprised me. Why would anyone on God's green earth ever be bored?! I know I'm blessed with a beautiful spot here but even in a padded room I like to think I'd entertain myself by discovering the thread count on the walls.
Once I made the mistake of telling my mother I was bored...a newly heard word. I was quickly trained never to say that again. I believe I emptied the entire bedroom, cleaned it from top to bottom and then was sent to the barn to clean the chicken house and the milking stall. Through the course of the day I was asked if I was bored. I learned to appreciate where ever I was and learned how to entertain myself with no complaints.
I understand all are not as fortunate
but unless we've lost all our senses
there's no excuse for boredom.
We must learn to "bloom where we are planted"
and maybe take a little time to soak up the sun's love.