10.19.2006

'Talking bout my cycles... no, not THAT kind...

I crashed at about 12:30 this afternoon. I was walking by the Gare St. Lazare and I distinctly remember thinking "Oh my god, this is what it feels like to be an adult, to work and be tired and come home and have to put dirty dishes in the dishwasher and take them out again soon afterwards." It's the cycle- the cycle of cleaning up the kitchen, using the George Forman, and cleaning it up again that kills me, that serves as a constant reminder that there were dishes this morning and there will be dishes again tomorrow and the day after and every day after for the rest of my life.

Do you think I've burned out this week? I'm writing about how goddamn dirty dishes have sucked away my will to live. Obviously. Oh, and I'm reading Sartre. That helps.

Though I may not often vocalize how I feel about housework, my parents' voices are CONSTANTLY ringing in my head. I remember when we were little and we made a mess just after my Mom finished vacuuming or dusting. She'd say "Oh come on, I JUST finished cleaning that..." in a way that sounds like whining until you are 25 years old and realize that it's not whining, it's a cry for HELP to escape from domestic hell. I can picture my Dad saying "Please remember to do your dirty dishes after you finish making that" and thinking "GOD, CHILL OUT, life is about SO much more than this!" until I realize that it IS annoying and I DO sleep better when there aren't dishes in the sink.

Somewhere my parents have just realized that their lives have been completely justified by this blog post.

I treated myself to a chai in Starbucks later this afternoon, which cost me 4.10 euros, more than 6 dollars, and was more than worth it. If you aren't familiar with French literature, I'll tell you that Proust wrote a famous passage in which he describes the moment when he tastes a Madeline and all of his childhood memories come rushing back. My 6-dollar chai was the essence of comfort food this afternoon and I can't believe how much it reminded me of my friends and the U.S. and New York. Leave it to me to turn a Proust story into a Starbucks' memory that they'll probably use to open more Starbucks on every corner of every boulevard of Paris. Or maybe they'll just print on a mug and sell to other people with dishwashers. Wouldn't that be just like them...

4 comments:

ev said...

hang in there!

Anonymous said...

Please, tell more Proust/Starbucks stories! I'm in desperate need of a Starbucks here in Vichy...

Emilie

Anonymous said...

i'm with Emilie ... we need Starbucks in Auvergne !!!

I'd totally pay the equivalent of $6 for one of those banana/coconut frappuccinos! [yes, shame on me, i love the mixture of banana, coconut and coffee!]

~ Erica ~

Anonymous said...

What a great education you are getting! Learning advanced French and parental appreciation all in one year.

We'll see the new "you" in December.

;)

Papa Joe