Ending...
January 4th 2009 03:15
The holidays are ending today...Its odd, that as soon as I get used to the house being so full, now its going to empty. We are being propelled straight into the new year, we have a house inspection straight up, so Im going to be straight into cleaning and scrubbing and seperating animals....My dear Kman is still asleep but already I feel that clutch of fear in my breast - that he wont be here. That the only moments I will share with my man will be brief small ones when he is tired and frustrated.
It was a bit busy this holidays. The stove took out the power to the whole house and had to be replaced and I spent a whole day without power stressing about my fridges. There was shopping, and christmas itself. I cant remember, specifically, which night it was....But it was about 1am that I heard bellowing. I think I was watching the new battlestar dvd - I hit stop, put aside my sketches and said to Kman, "Was that on your game?" he goes, no, no horses around right now. So I listened again and heard the roar. I flew outside, Magnus and Spirit were at the back gate with panic stricken faces. Shakir and Zayfir were taking it to each other. Zayfir had finally had enough. So now, musical horsies goes into overdrive as Shakir and Zayfir cannot be in the same paddock. I knocked up a fence to seperate him from the others but at the end of the day, Im just attacking the mayor with hummus. Its all a band aid solution - something has to change.
And the currawong of course. She's doing beautifully, as hard as Ive tried to keep her wild and not let her go tame, she's becoming one of 'ours' way too fast. At least she's strong, happy and healthy.
Today Im mourning - tomorrow Kman goes back to work. For the last two weeks we have laid on top each other to watch endless repeats of 'Lexx' and discuss interplanetary travel and just how alive the Lexx itself is. We have sculled ice cold coffee while we toss back and forth the Final Five cylons and how its just impossible for Tigh to be one - he got the six pregnant! We have sat in clouds of smoke for Ghost in the Shell, Stand Alone Complex, revelling in the new intelligence of the tachikoma and the darker mood of the Major. We have sat entranced by the second and final season of Rome - now, let me tell you, that one was good for conversation! The first night I met Kman we argued about Octavian Caesar and so, throughout this series, we know what HAS to happen (because we studied it) but are entranced to find out how they show it. I was disappionted that, as usual, they turned Octavian into a tyrant. Thats not my interpretation of the man.
And I say to the Rat Race, I say to Consumerisim - I HATE YOU. DO YOU HEAR ME!? I hate you for taking my man away, for forcing him into that stressed out, tired and trapped mentality where he's just got to keep up with everyone else. I've always hated it, but now I hate it with a vengeance Ive never known. It never fails to drive me to screaming rage - our ancestors worked so we wouldnt have to. In the 1800s when they thought about NOW they thought people would LIVE, that their inventions would cause an age of rest and peace where people could enjoy their lives because machinery had taken over all the grunt jobs. They envisioned a free society where barter was on the table and money was next to useless, but most importantly they saw life. People free to eat, free to sleep, free to play, because we had so much capacity to get the hard work done. Imagine what they would think, that we took their bright ideas and found ways to make humans work harder, longer, give up all their holidays, and forget very life itself in the pressure of work.
We are not a smart species.
It was a bit busy this holidays. The stove took out the power to the whole house and had to be replaced and I spent a whole day without power stressing about my fridges. There was shopping, and christmas itself. I cant remember, specifically, which night it was....But it was about 1am that I heard bellowing. I think I was watching the new battlestar dvd - I hit stop, put aside my sketches and said to Kman, "Was that on your game?" he goes, no, no horses around right now. So I listened again and heard the roar. I flew outside, Magnus and Spirit were at the back gate with panic stricken faces. Shakir and Zayfir were taking it to each other. Zayfir had finally had enough. So now, musical horsies goes into overdrive as Shakir and Zayfir cannot be in the same paddock. I knocked up a fence to seperate him from the others but at the end of the day, Im just attacking the mayor with hummus. Its all a band aid solution - something has to change.
And the currawong of course. She's doing beautifully, as hard as Ive tried to keep her wild and not let her go tame, she's becoming one of 'ours' way too fast. At least she's strong, happy and healthy.
Today Im mourning - tomorrow Kman goes back to work. For the last two weeks we have laid on top each other to watch endless repeats of 'Lexx' and discuss interplanetary travel and just how alive the Lexx itself is. We have sculled ice cold coffee while we toss back and forth the Final Five cylons and how its just impossible for Tigh to be one - he got the six pregnant! We have sat in clouds of smoke for Ghost in the Shell, Stand Alone Complex, revelling in the new intelligence of the tachikoma and the darker mood of the Major. We have sat entranced by the second and final season of Rome - now, let me tell you, that one was good for conversation! The first night I met Kman we argued about Octavian Caesar and so, throughout this series, we know what HAS to happen (because we studied it) but are entranced to find out how they show it. I was disappionted that, as usual, they turned Octavian into a tyrant. Thats not my interpretation of the man.
And I say to the Rat Race, I say to Consumerisim - I HATE YOU. DO YOU HEAR ME!? I hate you for taking my man away, for forcing him into that stressed out, tired and trapped mentality where he's just got to keep up with everyone else. I've always hated it, but now I hate it with a vengeance Ive never known. It never fails to drive me to screaming rage - our ancestors worked so we wouldnt have to. In the 1800s when they thought about NOW they thought people would LIVE, that their inventions would cause an age of rest and peace where people could enjoy their lives because machinery had taken over all the grunt jobs. They envisioned a free society where barter was on the table and money was next to useless, but most importantly they saw life. People free to eat, free to sleep, free to play, because we had so much capacity to get the hard work done. Imagine what they would think, that we took their bright ideas and found ways to make humans work harder, longer, give up all their holidays, and forget very life itself in the pressure of work.
We are not a smart species.
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