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Doing nothing requires that I stop trying to figure out what’s going on in Winnie’s little head. Better to imagine all kinds of wonderful things. Even better, not to.

October 24, 2017 8:24 pm

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Chapter 14: Doing Nothing Together

 

Winifred reminds me that the best times are not always about walking, playing ball, eating street food, or going for rides.

 

Often on weekend afternoons, Winifred and I just sit in our chairs. More accurately, she sits in my comfy living room chair while I usurp Barbara even comfier big chair across the room. I am there to read. Winifred is there to watch me.

Feeling under her scrutiny, I peek over the top of my book, Montaigne’s Essays, 800 plus pages which I will never finish. And today probably not get through two pages. Not with Winnie looking at me.

I put the book down and look at her. Marvel at the way she’s content to just be there gazing at me. It’s rather nice. Relaxing. Don’t need to say anything. Just being together. Quiet. A wonderful antidote for my overactive brain, filled with a continuous loop of mind games.

This is hard for me. Doing nothing requires that I stop trying to figure out what’s going on in Winnie’s little head. Better to imagine all kinds of wonderful things. Even better, not to.

Just doing nothing. Together.

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