Sometimes you have to stop and smell the coffee.
Then it’s time for some serious relaxing.
Sunday was one of those “enough with smelling the coffee” days. My wife had a work-related event on Saturday. Actually, my wife had three work-related events on Saturday. My presence was required at two of them. At the first of those events, I pretty much just watched as coach Robert Corn won his last home basketball game at Missouri Southern State University. At the second, I just stood around drinking beer and sneaking food off the appetizer tables.
That’s not all I did; sometimes I talked to people.
By the time everyone left my wife’s last work-related event and we got everything cleaned up and got home, it was about 10:30 p.m. To put an end to our wild Saturday night, when we got home my wife fell asleep on the couch in our family room while I read a Randy Wayne White book. But before my wife fell asleep, she looked at me and said, “Tomorrow we are not doing a thing.”
This may come as quite a shock to some of you, but I like doing nothing. I’m good at it, for one thing, and I’ve always found that when you are good at something, you should stick with it.
So on Sunday morning, I got up, went outside with our German shepherd, Shilo, to get the newspapers, came back inside and made coffee.
After I made coffee, I took some time to rest, and then I started reading the papers. Later, Emma came downstairs and asked me what we were having for breakfast. So, an hour later, Emma, my wife and I went out for brunch. I know that, technically speaking, going out for brunch is doing something, but my wife and I countered the effort it took to go out for brunch by having a bloody mary.
When we got home, my wife and Emma left to drop off a gift at a friend’s house, and I ran out to get some beer. I know, again, that going out to get beer is, technically, doing something, but to me it seemed a lot like doing nothing.
Later, my wife settled down on the couch in the family room and started watching that weird Tom Hanks movie about some sort of secret code, while I settled down on the couch in the living room to watch sports on TV. Because we are in that no man’s land between sports seasons, there wasn’t a lot on TV to choose from. Basically, my choices were the Olympics or NBA basketball. Because the Winter Olympics make me feel cold, I opted to watch basketball.
After a while, I checked on my wife and discovered that she was taking a nap. Never being one to rock the boat, I decided to also take a nap. An hour later, I went back into the family room where my wife was awake and watching what appeared to be the same Tom Hanks movie.
“Isn’t that over yet?” I asked.
“It’s the second one,” my wife said.
I didn’t know there were two weird Tom Hanks movies about secret codes, but I also didn’t know Lady Gaga’s real name is not Gaga.
There is a lot I don’t know, is what I’m saying.
While my wife watched the second weird Tom Hanks movie, I starting fixing dinner. Once again, I know fixing dinner is, technically, doing something, but I like to cook.
Besides, I was hungry.
I decided to fix a Paul Prudhomme recipe called “Hot Pepper Cheese Chicken.” In case you’re wondering, the dish features chicken that is — follow me here — hot and contains pepper and cheese.
I don’t like to toot my own horn, but “beep beep,” it was very good.
After dinner, my wife watched a large Russian bear blow out the Olympic torch, and I read more of my Randy Wayne White book.
It was a good day. A good day to do nothing.
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