Bored

I’m not an aggressive person. And I’m not the sort of person who goes all fang and claw over things. But stay out of my way when I am bored. The symptoms are apparent; I pace and talk about how we must get out of the house and go somewhere. And I’ll fiddle restlessly in the workshop.
The cure is not an evening watching Television with my wife; those lithe young women in the historical dramas are themselves pretty dull. And it’s not an intellectual discussion on anthropological topics.

What I need is a road trip. Nope, not like in the old days with the thumb stuck out! I require an afternoon at a museum looking at art. Or visits to art galleries and craft shops. I have a desire to look at the creative urges and expressions of others. I am interested in the how and why they did it. Sometimes, I’ll stand in a shop and hold something marked $45 and ask myself how they made it and made a profit with the shop’s markup. Other times, it’ll be the finish or the quality of the tooling.

I know I’m not alone in this. I’ve met the guilty looks of others doing the same thing and conversed about the topic with them. Shop owners wish we’d leave soon.
At one museum, I looked at the tool kit of a renowned carver and considered how he used the tools to create works that I am familiar with.

Driving home, I am ready to return to the shop. Ready to go to work again.

Daily writing prompt

What bores you?

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