How to Have Nothing to Do

What are you doing this weekend? Probably no one will even read my blog this week because everyone will be out having fun and doing interesting things.

Everyone wants something to do on the weekend. Around here, they go to the lake, go to the mountains, or if that isn’t possible, they go to local events. Personally, if I don’t go out and have experiences, I have nothing to write about.

I remember one weekend in particular when we had plenty of choices but not much incentive.

“So, what are we going to do this weekend?” asked Honey.

“I don’t know; what is there to do?” I yawned.

There was a lot going on in the area on that weekend. For example, the air show at the local airport. When we go to the air show, we always get tickets in advance, buy snacks, and take lawn chairs. Maybe we could make it, but it would be a rush. The Blue Angels were flying. The Blue Angels. They are my favorite flying team.

But it really looked like rain outside.

What did the weather report say? Rain – both today and tomorrow? Who wants to go to an air show when it is raining? “Remember that one year when …” How could I forget? It was rainy and cold. We were lucky that it didn’t pour down, but it did mist and drizzle the entire time. They would not even perform the entire show with a low cloud ceiling. They would modify it to be under the clouds so people could see.

“What do you think? Should we take a chance?” said Honey. He had that I-want-go tone to his voice.

“What else is going on?” I less-than-enthusiastically replied.

Well, there was the steeplechase. That is a horse show where the horses jump over obstacles. Scratch that one. I’m really not into horse races. All the ladies horse up (pardon the expression) in their sundresses and sunhats and people tailgate. I was not up for that, even if I had a sunhat to wear.

Well, what about the Renaissance Festival?

I didn’t want to go to the Renaissance Festival. I’ve been before. And what if it rains? I didn’t want to slosh around in mud all day. Not my idea of fun.

“Let’s ask my grandson which one he would rather do?” He was visiting for the weekend.

“What would you rather do, go to an air show or go to the Renaissance Festival,” I asked. I was sure he would say air show. What kid wouldn’t?

But, he wanted to go to the Renaissance Festival – sword fighting, magic shows, fire eaters. Probably some of his friends at school had been talking about it.

My daughter chimed in. “I can go, but this is the only weekend, so it is now or not at all. Besides, it isn’t raining yet and we can take umbrellas.” Reminded me of London where it rains all the time.

“Do you want to go to the Renaissance Festival?” I asked Honey.

“No, do you?”

So my daughter and grandson went without us. I dug up a couple plastic ponchos, probably left over from London, and away they went.

It was getting pretty late by then, might as well forget about the air show. It would be half over by the time we got there.

As luck would have it, it didn’t rain until late that afternoon.

We procrastinated too long and ended up doing nothing.

How can I write about nothing?

I’m not sure. But I think I just did it.

Copyright 2012-2022 Sheila Moss
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About Sheila Moss

My stories are about daily life and the funny things that happen to all of us. My columns have been published in numerous newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and websites.
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3 Responses to How to Have Nothing to Do

  1. musing75 says:

    Saw the sun in London last Friday – although I admit that was rather lucky and a topic of astonished conversation!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. subourbonmom says:

    Good one!

    Liked by 2 people

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