Thursday, June 14, 2007

Don't bother reading this

Once again, it's been awhile since I've posted anything, but lately I feel I've got nothing to say that's worth my time to write or, more importantly, your time to read. Sure I've had a couple of thoughts. Like the other day I was dressing TheGirl in one of TheBoy's old green and blue onesies, and I thought, Wow, she looks like a little boy. Then I put a pink sleeper on over the onesie and thought, Oh, now she's a girl again. I find it fascinating and maybe a little bit disturbing that perception can be so easily manipulated with color, especially given the fact that the whole pink and blue thing is a fickle social construct. Once upon a time you'd dress your boy in pink and save the blues and greens for girls, because pink and red - fiery energetic colors - were considered masculine, while blue and green - cool and calm colors, were considered feminine.

But, whatever. I don't really feel like going on and on about it.

And then just yesterday, after looking with great satisfaction out the bedroom window into our neatly trimmed back yard, I realized that you can buy happiness, because the day before had I looked out the same window and felt like weeping at the sight of our neglected garden. But that was before I paid the nice Asian man to come out with his truck, his hedge clippers and a couple of Mexicans to wack away at the overgrown mess, thereby lifting a weight from my psyche that had been growing more wearying with each passing weekend that I didn't get around to the yard work. I felt the same satisfactory sigh of relief I feel when I come home from work on Fridays to a clean house - a sweet-smelling house swept and scrubbed, not by me, but by the nice Italian lady I pay every week to do it. I don't mind house cleaning, and I like yard work, but it turns out I like paying someone to do it for me even more.

So, where am I going with this? Nowhere really. Today I started a conversation at work and got so bored with what I was saying I just had to stop talking and stare into space. I don't think anybody noticed. I'm going to try it again right now.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Cassidy said...

It's been said that having a gardener is a wonderful hobby... ;-)

12:07 AM  
Blogger Phil said...

Re: pink for boys, blue for girls -- I occasionally try to find a good reference for that, and never succeed.

Here's something that touches on it (and other stuff about kids and colors) http://www.colormatters.com/kids/wear.html

Stare freely into space, dear. The space appreciates the attention.

8:41 AM  
Blogger V said...

It is not buying happiness, per se, but rather making a wise use of your $$ so that you have time to do the things that matter most to you. I do not want to mow, but I need very, very much to have a mowed lawn. We love to futz with the flowers, and having the grass cared for frees up time to tend to the bee balm. My gardener and housekeeper are happy to have the work and I am so relieved to see their green truck each week. It is money well spent, and never doubt that!

2:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Anyway, so I was coming along here, and I felt like a piece of cake, you know? But then I thought, it's morning, I should
really have a muffin. I like those chocolate chip ones. Then I figured, well, they're really both cake. So I, uh, I sat on that bench for a little while,
twenty minutes or an hour."

8:53 AM  

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