The farmers still have peonies & we are buying the shit out of them.
Garçon was all fussy yesterday because no one made him breakfast. I know, right?! A great big boy, a man, seriously, I am convinced bc of all the swaggering in self-professed manliness he has been doing for the last 5 years, with genius, heroic acts of masculinity such as Hitchhiking Up & Down I-95 and Breaking Everything Into Splinters, whining like a baby because no one made him breakfast when we all got up and made our own breakfasts just fine plus also, also (it's a lot, I know, but let's hang in there) on a day when he had been up since dawn (while everyone else was trying to sleep) feeding his id in front of his computer, but not feeding his body, oh, no!
I mean, get up for yr computer all night & day, sure. It's Presidential! But the President has a butler & he just rings a little bell for his breakfast!! Not so here, no, no.
Anyhow, he was whining, using words like, Well you make food. I still live here. I'm still your son, delivered pitifully & wistfully. Like OMG, I know you're my son, that's why I still let you live here, even though you are useless and unemployed and an ingrate! That's a rich life! Make yr own oatmeal, yummmmMmmMmmmmmm.
I mean, seriously, ahahaha! But he got three Bs last semester and is doing well in this summer Span 101 class, so that's fine. But that class only uses 2 hours every day and the rest of the time he is goofing off, deigning to load the dishwasher & expecting a medal, so whatever, pound sand.
Soon. Right now, the plan is that Fille & I are going to Mexico City at the end of July and we'll be back after Labor Day. He comes down to DF at the end of August & we'll spend a week with him, kind of, if he wants, before waving goodbye until some time in 2018.
People keep saying two things to us
- Oh, so you are going to kind of "scope it out" for him before he gets there? No, bc that would verge on the ridiculous. A great big boy like him who knows so much & never listens? Hahaha. We're going down there for Ghoulmore Girl R&R!
- Aren't you afraid? No because I am not afraid of Mexicans!
I mean, like, if he asks we might show him the grocery store, but Fille & I are summering in a different neighborhood than where he will be living. He is staying in a hostel dorm near the Zócalo. We are renting a 2-bedroom apartment on the other side of Parque Chapultepec. Mostly, we are just meeting him to make sure he makes it to the city on the ground so that it's not, Mari waved goodbye at the EWR TSA checkpoint and we never saw him again. At least this way we know he is in Mexico. Good enough, bye, buena suerte.
Then we will come home to a different life again, so much.
After years & years of everyone so sad & pitiful on our behalf bc Mari "had to" work in DC, Mari has been working from home for a little over a year now. Let me tell you, it means we all live in the office. Hey, wow, it sucks. Meanwhile, we are all doing the same thing all the time the rest of us have always been doing while Mari wanders around in total husband mode asking every day where we're going, like, again. Plus, what difference does it make? Your phone is ringing, I hear it, bye.
So finally everyone who lives here is completely clear on the difference between working, working from home, and independent wealth. Good & just in time bc Mari got call from a recruiter who is always trying to recruit him but this one situation got his full attention.
I mean, lol, there were no other candidates. The customer was like, "We can't find a soul! So special!" & the headhunter was like, "I actually know there is a guy. One guy. I dunno. He isn't ever looking, though."
Mari says it's a "dream job." Great, probably for us, too, ahahaha. The company made a sweet, tender, well-detailed offer, lots of careful finishing touches, nice. The catch is: it is in a city we don't live in. Close, but not a lot. On the plus side, real estate is dirt cheap there, Amtrak's NE Corridor line goes there, and it is only 3 days in the office. So we need a new away-house, a parking space, and a second car all without letting it get in the way of preparing completely for this summer's travel. Complicating a little is that Mari is gone for three of these next five weeks (see: total husband mode) but I'm sure before the end, Sexy Cat Travel, Automotive & Realty will do just fine spending his money.
The one exciting thing about this "dream job" is that I had been telling Mari we should think about bracing ourselves bc how was Fille going to be when her brother was no longer here to show up, but this jiggle in the schedule -- and a new, Eastern Seaboard's city to weekend in when we choose -- should stay any of those kinds of shenanigans. Phew!
Anyway, that's what's happening here. Tomorrow, be sure to have a great Flag Day, America! Salut!