{"id":5792,"date":"2019-09-08T19:04:44","date_gmt":"2019-09-09T00:04:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/?p=5792"},"modified":"2019-09-08T19:15:49","modified_gmt":"2019-09-09T00:15:49","slug":"a-nearly-perfect-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/2019\/09\/a-nearly-perfect-day\/","title":{"rendered":"A Nearly Perfect Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

Yesterday was Saturday, September 7, 2019.<\/p>\n

It was too cold. Too cloudy. I woke up with a headache. The movies I watched were terrible. I should’ve turned on some music, but I forgot. So, yeah, it wasn’t a perfect day.<\/p>\n

But it was nearly perfect.<\/p>\n

I was at the cabin, having arrived the evening before. During the past two years, I’ve spent time by myself at the cabin, and it’s been wonderful. I’ve read, watched movies, ate and drank what I wanted, gone to bed and woke up without an alarm, and worked on whatever projects I wanted to.<\/p>\n

Yesterday was similar.<\/p>\n

After the headache went away, I made a list of what I wanted to do that day, and I accomplished all of it. I finished one movie and watched another. I read over 30 pages in one book, and then over 50 pages in another book. I walked out on the dock – contemplated taking out a boat, but didn’t (too cold). I made a bonfire, and sat near it to read and drink iced tea. I worked on a couple projects. I went for a walk all the way to the end of the street and back (a two-mile walk). Here’s proof I got to the end of the street:<\/p>\n

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I just love this Spy vs. Spy sign!<\/p>\n

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I snapped some photos of the most picturesque mushrooms I could find:<\/p>\n

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And some photos of a little turtle who hung out with me for a while:<\/p>\n

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Here was the really great thing, though:<\/p>\n

The whole day, and for what I believe is the first time in my life, I didn’t interact with anyone. I never said hi, never nodded or waved in anyone’s direction. Didn’t send out any texts or messages. Didn’t make or receive any phone calls. Didn’t spend a single second on the internet, so if I got any emails or any sort of online messages, I didn’t see them. I never turned on the radio or the television, either. If any mail arrived in the mailbox, I didn’t know about it. I saw a few people – there were some out on the lake, and at the cabin next door, and I saw some while out for my walk. But no interaction whatsoever.<\/p>\n

Also, I didn’t buy anything, didn’t sell anything, didn’t drive anywhere – never even turned on my car, in fact.<\/p>\n

And it. was. glorious.<\/p>\n

What was going on with everyone else everywhere else in the world on Saturday, September 7th, 2019? I had no idea, and I didn’t care. I need more days like yesterday.<\/p>\n

Oh – I guess I did interact with one other individual yesterday. Here’s that interaction:<\/p>\n