paisleypiper's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- if this is a ghetto the quietest weekend I can think of many ways to put a positive spin on being sick all weekend. I settled for "a weekend retreat." In a rare move, Quinn and I accomplished nothing all weeked, except have her brother over for dinner and lounge around with "the weather" weighting us down. Not the actual weather, of course, but the weather that in common expression so many people get under from time to time. Some sort of flu or cold. On the up side, it is refreshing to watch movies, completely installed in the couch upstairs, Quinn, pup and me. We watched Four Weddings and a Funeral because we love that movie and I Am Sam. And we did the crossword, which we do nearly every day. We find that if we work the crossword together we can pretty much cover the range of questions. Ideally, life is like that also -- that somehow between us we have the range covered. In practice, it is sort of like that. We used to think we were exactly alike, but now that we have been together nine years, we have changed. The neighbors had a party -- a bunch of drunk yuppies descended and as Quinn, her brother and I sat around a nice fire in the back, the party guests peered at us through the slats on the fence from their electric boogieland. They thought that we would not be able to see them. They thought they discovered us, sitting in the dark, talking about how embarrassing it feels to be American these days. The drunk yuppies, impressing themselves, called out to us "are you having a party too?" And they concluded for us "they're having a party too" and we didn't hear them decide their party to be more fun. (but I'm certain it was because there were more of them and they looked cuter.) Odd how often we feel safety in numbers even when there is no danger. One of the people next door or their guest remarked "we live in the ghetto" -- that really bothered me. And I began to think about what that means. I decided, people with a lot of money never live in the ghetto. A ghetto may surround them, but they have everything they need to be seperate from it. I would alter that statement to "we live on a ghetto" or something more lichenous like that. Besides, if this is a ghetto.... then Quinn and I must live in or on a ghetto and we don't. We live among a group of people seeking shelter, seeking a place to feel at home. 10:12 p.m. - 2003-09-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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