August 4: How Can I Not Be Bored When I Don't Have a Novel?

Friday, August 4, 2006

​I took orders at breakfast. No major problems. It wasn’t as bad as I anticipated. It’s hard knowing if I’m doing a satisfactory job, but I’m getting used to just doing something because it seems like it needs to be done and then if I later get asked to do it, not taking it to mean that I did it poorly the first time. They probably just didn’t realize I had already done it.

I’m so tired, but it’s too late for a nap now.

I took a walk through the prairie. Is that what you call it? I’m not sure what to call the flatlands between the mountains. I think I saw Indian paintbrush and blue lupine.

I need a book to read.

I need to find my writing paper. I want to write Mom and Dad a letter, especially since email here is almost impossible. 

It’s an hour a a half until supper. It’s too cloudy to go walking. I don’t want to get caught in the rain. I need something to do. There’s no privacy to practice the flute. I only have a book of poems and poetry isn’t engaging like a story. I need a novel.