Monday, September 27, 2010

That was fast

It always amazes me that there are people who work 50 weeks of the year like I'm doing these weeks. Then the weekend is at least a day of chores and if you're lucky a bit of relaxation can be had on Sunday. I remember working like this in the past but I haven't in over 10 years and believe me I have no plans to go back to it. That I have to do it for 12 or so weeks of the year is fine. I have no problem working five days a week, it's just a drag when it's ALL DAY every day for five days. There are plenty of you rolling your eyes I'm sure, but the truth is I love my life. Most of the time I'm bursting with gratitude too.

We essentially did nothing this weekend. The chores got done, but it was gray and drizzly most of the time so we didn't really go out except for a couple hours yesterday to look at sofas. There must be quite a markup on those things judging from the herd of salespeople that descend upon you upon entering the store. My line works well. We're not buying today, just having a look around thanks. They were good at leaving us alone then.

The most interesting thing though was a little chat I had with friend A who informed me of the latest life tidbit for her. Seems that a few years ago when the family was all helping out with the infirm grandmother, her mom snooped around her house when she wasn't there and found a little hand written will, opened it and read it. In the will it's stipulated that no money will go to mommy because of her lack of interest in her life. (Essentially calling her a bitch without saying it.) So mommy kept this to herself for these years and now after the death of stepdad and a possible inheritance forthcoming for A, mommy throws this piece of information in her face. Wow, how do you crawl out of that one? Serves mommy right for snooping, but one doesn't want to lose out on a windfall because of it, you know? I told her it reminded me of my mom when she found out I was gay by snooping in my room and reading my papers. Mommies just can't help themselves eh? I have learned that it's better not to snoop because you might get hurt in the process. Better not to know and be happy than know and be unable to reveal that because of how you gleaned the information. I remember once I steamed open a greeting card that was on the counter at my boyfriend's house. It was made out to a hometown friend. Imagine my grief at reading the line "I don't have a boyfriend and my love-life is on the back burner right now." And this was the one I was head over heels in love with. That was a difficult piece of information to keep to myself.

So anyway, sorry for the lack of pics and scintillation, I'm back to the grindstone this morning. Georgie is sitting next to me waiting for me to shower so I can take him out. I'll pop back in round about Thursday. Have a swell week everyone.

10 comments:

CoffeeDog said...

Daddies are snoopy too..my Daddy found out I was gay by snooping in my room!

Cubby said...

"I don't have a boyfriend..." You must have been truly heartbroken. I feel so bad for you.

Blobby said...

I got my thoughts on this and could write forever on it, but won't.

Parents snoop. Kids snoop. We all do to a degree.

If you pick up a rock, you might not like what lives underneath.

A Lewis said...

Blobby is right. Reading someone else's mail is a difficult place to find one's self. And I think that many of us can attest to the fact that family doesn't always feel that "family-ish."

Mark My Words said...

I'm not much of a snoop, so I was going to chide you for steaming open other people's letters, but then I found out what you found out in that letter. What a horrible thing for your ex-boyfriend to have written.

Jabacue said...

12 weeks out of the year IS really good! Now to keep it at that!
Yes, snooping can be tricky...better learn to deal with what we find. Don't work too hard.
Jim

Anonymous said...

I come from a Xian Fundamentalist family where it would have been diastrous to be outed before I had achieved financial stability (they totez would have beat me up and then kicked me to the curb; "love the sinner" my gay farm boy ass). My mother snooped and found a "love letter" from my first boyfriend one summer in college, and only quick thinking and utter disdain for the invasion of my privacy (I basically said it was a plant, to prove that they couldn't be trusted with my privacy) got me out of it. Now, I only see and talk with the one brother who was cool with it, and his wife and children. I'm a doting gay uncle, and his children are being raised to know me and my DP as a couple. Of course, it doesn't hurt that he also rejected the family religion, but the parents still keep in touch with him because they hope to "save" their grandchildren. Ugh.

ANYWAY, have you heard about the It Gets Better Project started by Dan Savage? Basically, he's hoping LGBTQIA folk will make a YouTube video targeted at LGBTQI (presumably the Allies don't need the help) teens to let them know that even though things may seem awful now, "it gets better" and that suicide is not the answer. You can find out more at his Savage Love column, YouTube, and JoeMyGod. I immediately thought of you and Serge; you seem to be such a happy couple, with a very romantic story, and it might do some good for some struggling young person to hear a little of your journey. Also, Georgie could be a guest star!

Lemuel said...

My wife told me the tale of my MIL snooping in her son's room and finding Playboy magazines stuffed under the mattress of his bed. It happens to het's, too.

When I think back, I left lots of evidence but my parents never said a word.

Snooze said...

True, full-time work is wearing. Very wearing. About as wearing as snooping. I've been guilty of that too in the past, and just won't do it now. Too much emotion. But stalking...

GayProf said...

Huh - I thought that steaming thing only worked in the movies. My guess is that you were only snooping because you already knew something was amiss (and clearly ex-boy friend was too cowardly or lame to be honest with you). I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'.