Hey friends and readers who don’t like me.
It’s Monday we are at t-minus 13 days until the big trip. From a work perspective this means that I’m at t-minus 9 days (I’m taking that last Friday off to pick up the vehicle). If I find more time to write between now and then, you’ll likely hear me come back to this theme again and again. Y’know, the “Oh Lord I only have X days left to get this all done!” with a , “Oh Lord I only have X-1 days left to get this all done!” follow-up. I have a feeling that, as the sun sets on those last couple days, and the whistle blows at 5pm as I leave the sawmill that this guilt will begin to fade into excitement. Already I’m making little lists of things I want to remember to bring. Sharaun’s been doing a good job borrowing things from her Facebook consort… thus helping us minimize our continued investment.
Speaking of Sharaun, she leaves for her New Kids On the Block cruise on Wednesday morning. Abandoning me to both kids and a full-time job and all the week-before planning madness. I don’t want to devote much writing time to this cruise, because I’m afraid I’ll get to riled up. I’m glad she’s going because she wants to so bad… the kind of bad where you might mistake her for a thirteen year old teenie-bopper instead of an established stay-at-home mom of the suburbs. I’m also glad she’ll have some time to cut loose with her friends, so there’s that. But don’t ever, ever, try and talk to me about the money thing. If I think too long about it I get disgusted (probably shouldn’t tell her that either, even though she already knows it’s not good to kick the anthill). But let’s talk about it just a bit… perhaps…
I wouldn’t deny her the experience because of cost, obviously… no. What angries up my blood is realizing how rational it is in her mind to spend so exorbitantly on something I consider so wasteful. I think it’s that mental disconnect around “return on investment” that irks me. To her it’s a “no duh” to spend so much on something like this, to me it’s akin to burning dollars. But then again, I don’t expect to understand it… the ROI for her is something I’ll not be able to comprehend. I’d like to say that there’s nothing I would be willing to spend so stupidly on… but I’m fearful of making such a statement and then getting called down with lightning. I suppose I can leave it at that, because if we go much further down this route I’ll begin playing the apologetic and start questioning myself in her voice about the money I’m disposing on this silly RV trip (which, I might schizophrenically add, is a family thing). I could do this all day… debate with my own consciousness. Probably as good reading as it is thinking, though, huh?
Anyway it’s the kids and Mr. Mom for the latter half of the week, our last weekend in town, and Monday of next week. Then Sharaun’s back and we have five days to get everything together, load it into the vehicle, and hit the road. It’s going to go by in a blur, I already know it. Wish me luck.
Goodnight.
Also written on this day...
- feelings soup - 2024
- less - 2019
- the penultimate salesman - 2008
- the luxuries i'm afforded - 2005