I picked up the large stick while the lot of us wandered through the wooded park on our hike. She asked me why, and I said, “pokin’ stuff.”
You can’t ever be bored without being utterly wilful about it. There’s just so much to do. There’s all of outside! There’s stuff to poke! Go see if it’s real. What kind of bird is that? Is there anything in that hole? Look, turtles!
How can you be bored without being boring? You must be so uninteresting to be uninterested. There are mysteries in every corner, and they’ll make you healthier as you look at them.
My kin and I wandered around for hours today, pokin’ stuff. We made new friends, we found cool stuff, we got sunlight and good air into us. We looked at the moon.
Such joy in our backyards.
The Opportunity Machine 