Tonight Manny's mother and stepfather are sleeping at our house, and I keep looking around at the strange piles of crap lying around and becoming embarrassed. They're quite forgiving, but still, I like to pretend I am good at being a housewife. Turns out I'm not! Hee! Heh. I don't know how I'd ever have time to do anything at all if I actually kept track of our stuff. And our stuff isn't interesting enough to warrant close examination and placement.
We have a Paper Proliferation Problem, for instance. I have to read everything that is placed within my reach, and that means that all the notes from school, the semi-interesting junk mail that doesn't say "0%!!" on the envelope, and the odd things that children write on scraps of paper, all pile up like leaves and end up blown into the corners by the cleaning ladies.
Let's take a moment to thank those ladies in silence. Amen.
My justification for hiring them is thus: we can afford it, and they have quite a lively business going because of it. I'm sorry that it's such shit work, but it's what I need to support my writing. So goes capitalism. Specialization and hierarchy. Our tribe is complicated.
An ongoing mystery I've discussed with friends lately: what is the connection between capitalism and the current version of Christianity in Jesusland? Discuss.
The Theology of Abundance. I've never gotten it.
Posted by: Michelle | November 06, 2004 at 07:37 PM