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This site is a member of WebRing. To browse visit here. Sunday, April 29, 2007 Ask and ye shall receive Or something like that. No sooner did I say I'd take on northern Virginia and DC than the Maryland office started spitting out work. Twelve stores on the same day, plus batches of work from the other offices. I looked at the deadlines, looked at the locations, used the Metro trip planner to see how best to get around DC without driving, and decided I just couldn't do it. With Clarence along, I have no choice but to stay in a hotel, rather than at Kate's, and because I can't take him on the Metro and on DC buses, he would have to stay in the hotel while I went out to do the inspections. We've done that before, when I was driving to my destinations and could get back to the hotel fairly quickly if he needed help. If I'm riding the train and the bus, it could take two hours or more to return to the hotel.I hadn't wanted to do this, but I picked up the phone, called Shelley and asked if she would be willing for Nick to stay with Clarence, assuming that Nick was willing, of course. He doesn't much care for Clarence, but on the other hand, he is an anxious as any other teenager to earn a buck. And he is the only one Clarence trusts in my absence. Fortunately, he agreed. So I'll be on my own for the first time in almost a year, and free to stay with Kate. Whoopee! On both counts. We won't have much time together, considering that we'll both be working, but it will be more time than we've been able to spend together for months.Now all I have to do is stock the larder with stuff Nick likes to cook and put up the bed again in what had become my craft room. And bottle the 4 gallons of root beer currently bubbling away in the ale bucket. And set up the old computer so Nick can use it while I'm gone. And twenty other things that I won't remember until the last minute. posted by Liz @ 10:00 PM | The template is set to display 10 posts. To see all the posts for this month, click on the month name in the Archive section RSS Feed PERSONAL Send email toliz at life-as-a-spectator-sport.com Home I'm a mother, grandmother, a computer professional, Democrat, Christian. I welcome politely worded comments and email, my spam filter throws the rest away, so don't bother to flame me WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT' "If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart. 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Or something like that. No sooner did I say I'd take on northern Virginia and DC than the Maryland office started spitting out work. Twelve stores on the same day, plus batches of work from the other offices. I looked at the deadlines, looked at the locations, used the Metro trip planner to see how best to get around DC without driving, and decided I just couldn't do it. With Clarence along, I have no choice but to stay in a hotel, rather than at Kate's, and because I can't take him on the Metro and on DC buses, he would have to stay in the hotel while I went out to do the inspections. We've done that before, when I was driving to my destinations and could get back to the hotel fairly quickly if he needed help. If I'm riding the train and the bus, it could take two hours or more to return to the hotel.I hadn't wanted to do this, but I picked up the phone, called Shelley and asked if she would be willing for Nick to stay with Clarence, assuming that Nick was willing, of course. He doesn't much care for Clarence, but on the other hand, he is an anxious as any other teenager to earn a buck. And he is the only one Clarence trusts in my absence. Fortunately, he agreed. So I'll be on my own for the first time in almost a year, and free to stay with Kate. Whoopee! On both counts. We won't have much time together, considering that we'll both be working, but it will be more time than we've been able to spend together for months.Now all I have to do is stock the larder with stuff Nick likes to cook and put up the bed again in what had become my craft room. And bottle the 4 gallons of root beer currently bubbling away in the ale bucket. And set up the old computer so Nick can use it while I'm gone. And twenty other things that I won't remember until the last minute.
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WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT'
"If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart.
THE NON-ELECTRIC HOME
Cleaning, 1 Cleaning, 2 Cleaning, 3
KNITTING BLOGS
Extravayarnza Knitting Heretic Mind of Winter Pie Knits Persistent Illusion See Eunny Knit The Keyboard Biologist Taleweaver's Ramblings TECHnitting Wendy Knits
FINISHED PROJECTS
SELF-RELIANCE AND THE FUTURE
POLITICAL BLOGS and SITES
BOOKS I'M READING
How to Grow More Vegetables, etc. Small Scale Grain Raising
ARCHIVES
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