She liked to sit on the front porch in the afternoons and read books she'd checked out from the library. Aside from coffee, reading was her only indulgence.
I like to hang out clothes on windy days. Sometimes that's all I feel like. A sheet on a line.
Angling is an amusement peculiarly adapted to the mild and cultivated scenery of England
This is one of those big, fat paperbacks, intended to while away a monsoon or two, which, if thrown with a good overarm action, will bring a water buffalo to its knees.
I like hanging around people who knit. They are usually in a good mood. People who are staring into their iPhones *and* demanding your attention at the same time are not as much fun to be around.
I enjoy the idea that even though I'm resting, I'm accomplishing something by reading a book.
Even though I'm resting I'm accomplishing something by sewing that shirt that I've been meaning to sew for weeks. And it's relaxing. It's so very meditative and quiet and enjoyable. But at least I'm producing something. I'm being productive in some way. I have a very hard time being completely idle.
Let me tell you, there's no better medicine than a friendly card game for sloughing off the cares of a workaday world.
