My posts have seemed a little bit pseudo-philosophical lately. I think that’s because I’ve been reading The Cunning Man by Robertson Davies. I blogged about it here, in case anyone wants to know what causes someone to sound pretentious about everything for months.
Otherwise, my general news is that I bought myself a point&click digital camera to take to NY. I’m leaving on Wednesday and going for a week, getting back the 26th at night.
And this is the mess that is left in the kitchen after I get done with it. Luckily, since I cook, Marc cleans. Part of me thinks that this isn’t a fair trade, but since he’s not complaining, neither am I. (This is also just one side of the kitchen, the stove is in a similar state.)
I also have a new strategy to smooth over tensions at home. Lately, I’ve been playing a lot of Fable which Marc uses to guilt me into doing stuff, for example he uses the guilt voice to say “Will you please help me clean up” like wasting countless hours on mindless entertainment is unique to me. (jab, jab)
Today I wanted to play 5 hours of Fable without having to defend myself about it, so when I got up I hurried into the shower, got dressed, swept all the floors and did the general tidy. Then, and only then, did I sit down to waste more hours in brain-destroying delight. When Marc woke up (all groggy and angry that I was playing games) I was guilt free.
I was so proud of myself.
And this post is why I will go back to my pseudo-philosphical posts, since my domestic life is really not that interesting.