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There's an opera called The Rake's Progress, about a man who gets lured away to the big city. Away from the innocence of the countryside. He leads a debaucherous life in the city and dies in an insane asylum.
My blog is short this morning because this rake (noun - a dissolute or profligate person, esp. a man who is licentious; roué) is busy doing some paid work (writing). I've been lured away to work for a big city client. I've forsaken my leaf rake for the intoxicating taste of money. I've turned my back on leisure, at least for two days, and I fully expect to pay for my debaucherous sins, likely in an insane asylum. Ha! They'll never take me to Jemseg!
I would ask that none of you report my transgressions to the Royal Order of Leisurologists; the society that I founded in 1992 which has an impressive membership of one.
Trust me, work itself is enough of a punishment.
I think you should concider teaching leisurology. It would be a benifit to mankind.
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leisurology 102 (windsurfing around the maritimes)
leisurology 103 (how to get your wife to let you be a leisurologist)...ect
you would be passing on your skills to a younger generation, furthering the art of leisure.
Good luck on your brave venture.
ReplyDeleteThey say work never killed anybody, but why take a chance, eh?
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