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we can walk the dog after dinner.
Dec. 22nd, 2006 08:22 pmI feel like I ought to update--like I should have things to say--but I don't know that I know what to type. That wasn't meant to be cryptically self-indulgently melancholy or anything. I'm sort of blurrily contented at the moment, and my brain's not fully coherent, & I'm okay with that.
I just got home a little while ago from Ki's house. I sort of felt like I was staying in a European villa of some kind while I was there, apart from having to deal with Tinky, the dog (I will never buy a dog that weighs less than 90 pounds, & the first thing it will be trained to do, after housebreaking & "come here," is to not jump onto the bed, crawl all over me, & stick its tongue in my ear).
Also Joel & I are really good cooks--I knew this, but it's nice to find out again. Hurrah for vaguely-Italian chicken curry. Also we cooked spaghetti yesternight for Ravenna & Matt. I really enjoy feeding people, I've found. I'm going to have to make sure I make enough money to supply myself with enough food to feed everyone I know.
This week...I felt weirdly grown up, or perhaps more like I was pretending to be a grownup. A frighteningly suburban grownup. I had a whole house to take care of, which on one end was really fun, especially since I wasn't there alone all the time (which probably would have driven me insane). On the other hand, I kept getting flashes of what it might be like, in seven or ten years, living in a house of my own & being an adult. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I do know that it makes me want to throw myself into studying & traveling the world & learning crazy things even more, because I don't want to settle down & live in the suburbs with 2.5 kids and a dog & a job.
Well, not typically anyway. I mean, clearly, I want a job; it just better be interesting. And I can see myself with kids, later, too (though maybe not two and a half; the half-kid would run into more than a few problems. Say two or three, whole children)--but they're going to be as weird as I am, that's for sure. I guess I don't mind growing up, so much...as long as I do it strangely, & don't end up as an adult.
(Although I wouldn't mind that European villa.)
I just got home a little while ago from Ki's house. I sort of felt like I was staying in a European villa of some kind while I was there, apart from having to deal with Tinky, the dog (I will never buy a dog that weighs less than 90 pounds, & the first thing it will be trained to do, after housebreaking & "come here," is to not jump onto the bed, crawl all over me, & stick its tongue in my ear).
Also Joel & I are really good cooks--I knew this, but it's nice to find out again. Hurrah for vaguely-Italian chicken curry. Also we cooked spaghetti yesternight for Ravenna & Matt. I really enjoy feeding people, I've found. I'm going to have to make sure I make enough money to supply myself with enough food to feed everyone I know.
This week...I felt weirdly grown up, or perhaps more like I was pretending to be a grownup. A frighteningly suburban grownup. I had a whole house to take care of, which on one end was really fun, especially since I wasn't there alone all the time (which probably would have driven me insane). On the other hand, I kept getting flashes of what it might be like, in seven or ten years, living in a house of my own & being an adult. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I do know that it makes me want to throw myself into studying & traveling the world & learning crazy things even more, because I don't want to settle down & live in the suburbs with 2.5 kids and a dog & a job.
Well, not typically anyway. I mean, clearly, I want a job; it just better be interesting. And I can see myself with kids, later, too (though maybe not two and a half; the half-kid would run into more than a few problems. Say two or three, whole children)--but they're going to be as weird as I am, that's for sure. I guess I don't mind growing up, so much...as long as I do it strangely, & don't end up as an adult.
(Although I wouldn't mind that European villa.)
