Sunday, December 4, 2011

On knowing what time it is

I am unaccustomed to waiting for someone to come home so, given that it is closing in on 2am I am having some thoughts.
This is stupid.
That's a pressing thought.
If we lived anywhere other than the GVRD we'd be fucking retired.  But two bedroom condos here go for over half a mill and so we work 60k per annum jobs because somewhere along the line we stopped associating a 40 hour (or 60 hour) work week with serfdom, and because our families are here and as much as I would like to maybe fuck off to Vietnam or Thailand I won't. 
Goddamnit that my family doesn't live in Saskatoon or something.
Eh.  It's nice here.  I can't lie.  But one pays for it.  Extravagantly.
It's funny.  Michael and I were having one of our fun time existentialist convos over americanos and a vegan power bar (as one does) today and he was like "do you not think that you are trying to live an alternative lifestyle like your father did?" and I said "yes, except that my father worked very hard for everything that he accomplished in life, and I'm not stupid and could graduate in any field that I want to except I don't, because I'm lazy and complacent".
The point being that Michael's not an architect (though he has his Masters in it, and he tried - hard) and I'm not a writer and it's expensive to live here and it's 1:52am and he's still not home and I would very much like to kick his department head in the nuts and toss a Molotov cocktail over my shoulder on the way out, but you need a lot of money to be able to accomplish such whimsical feats.

2 comments:

  1. I used to wait up until Jody came home, but after 30 years, I just ask him to wake me up IF I'm asleep, so that I will sleep better knowing that he's safe at home. He doesn't like to because he views sleep as a precious commodity and doesn't like to interrupt it.

    I think we are all worried about the future, if we made the right decision, if it's too late to change our minds... I think it's expensive to live where ever you choose, big city (high rent), small town (you don't have as many resources, medical, social, economic), back woods (where you have to use a tank of gas to get to town to buy the essentials and then a tank of gas to get back, yeah it's laid back and peaceful, but very expensive.) We're all screwed. Maybe we should start our own commune!!!! I'll knit and sew for everyone and Maria can cook and you can entertain us with your stories and Michael can build our homes!!!!

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  2. You need to make friends with someone who knows how to make wine. Get on that will ya?

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