… not that it looks like anything in particular.
When I started this project, I thought “How hard can this be?” To come up with something just for enjoyments sake. I mean, I’m an enjoyable person, right?
It’s harder than you might think. Coming up with something for no other reason than enjoyment. So that eliminates everything you do for duty, habit and occupation. And anything that has any other origins. And anything that is done for any reason other than enjoyment.
So with this on my mind at o-dark-thirty this morning, I walked to the hall window here on the second floor. Looked out the window. And there beneath me, tall and majestic, was a deer. Not looking up at me, but taking in her surroundings … looking with large brown eyes at the trees around her.
So I took a few minutes to take in the beauty … for no other reason than enjoyment. Pure wonder. The splendor of nature. The mystical beauty of a wild creature. The essence of …
Then with no warning, she lifted her left rear leg and frantically scratched away an offending bug of some kind on her stomach. Just like a dog scratches itself. Definitely not splendorous … or mystical … or wonderous. Just funny. So I laughed out loud at the incongruity of it.
And promptly scared her off.
Now this was way too easy. My daily task … done … at 6:45 in the morning. Thats cheating, right? Breaking the rules. It just has to be harder than this. So later in the day, just for good measure, I went to the store and got some supplies for another days “fun”.
And two small notebooks.
Idea holders. So just in case I am driving around and an idea for some future daily fun pops into my mind. So I don’t forget. And another one for my bedside table. Just in case I wake in the middle of the night with a great idea that might vanish were I to wait till morning.
After all, the rules say that I have to do one thing a day. And that eliminates everything you do for duty, habit and occupation. And anything that has any other origins. And anything that is done for any reason other than enjoyment. And …
Then I realize … who made up these rules, anyway? Me? The blog police? I am free to do this any way I darn well please …
I think I am going to like this.