Speaking of never being bored...
When AB and HB and I were younger, surrounded by video games and musical instruments and art and a giant backyard full of flowers and a dog and a cat and a garage full of sports gear and friends in every other house in the neighborhood; when we were young and used to come to the dinner table, and KB would bring out the chicken cheesy and ask how our day of freedom and activities went, we'd sometimes say, "Boring!"
My father would inevitably grumble, then say, "You know what being bored is?"
This was a boring question--unanswerable! It practically commanded groans and birthed more boredom. But he wouldn't give it up.
"It means you have no inner resources," he'd say.
We'd gobble up our food then, hoping HB would cut the tension somehow.
Then years later I'm reading John Berryman and I come across that very line. Funny too, because I turn to poetry when I'm most bored with language and story telling.
I don't think I'll ever use that line on my kids, though the time bomb style of my father's instruction pleases me to no end. What other lessons wait to become uncovered in the future?!