Of course there were things to do; there always were, and some of them could even be listed in the "important" column.
But at the moment, nothing seemed more important than standing in the yard, overlooking the bay filled with sailboats, and just letting one's mind glide from one thought to another, as if it too were sailing on the bay.
We've all heard "My Dad had one of those" about cars.
I want to know what your Mum had as her car to get about. Wherever you are in the world, whatever time period. What vehicle did your Mum (or other maternal guardian) cherish and use and wax lyrical about?
I might be planning a little project...
My Mum had a moped, a Honda Cub I think (I'll have to dig out a photo), that was her freedom in the 70s.
Oh, she knew perfectly well that she was supposed to be serious, concerned, keeping up on the news of the day, fearful of the Next Big Thing, savvy and cool, yet at the same time perturbed and troubled over . . . everything.