Thanks to all of you who phoned or e-mailed a welcome to the Greater Boston Area! Not much new, however, for me to really report at the moment.
Unpacking and cleaning consumed most of the past few days. I also did “real work.” In the academic world, you see, spending the week lifting and hauling heavy boxes apparently falls under the category of “imaginary” work. Only real work, i.e. research, puts reduced-fat yogurt on my table (If I had my table back together -- Which I don't).
Going through all of these boxes made me conclude again that I brought too much crap. I don’t really own much, but what I do own takes up too much space for my studio apartment. Did I really expect that this would be the year when I re-read the Iliad or Dante's Inferno?
Why, moreover, did I bring so much kitchen stuff that I will not use? With the number of champagne glasses that got crated along, I could host a small Catholic wedding; a moderately sized Protestant wedding, or a giant Mormon wedding. On my budget, though, champagne will not likely figure into my diet at all.
All more proof that I might have an odd psychological tick where I buy kitchenware when I feel glum. It might also be a learned behavior passed on from my mother. Though odd, it’s not that interesting. Eh – Moving on...
Speaking of my budget, I heard from my Texas realtor today that she has essentially given up trying to sell the house that I own(ed) with liar ex (who told many lies). She passed the house onto a new realtor to list it. That did not make me happy.
Great Hera! The way that house hangs around my neck even the Ancient Mariner feels sorry for me (but I smell better than him). I have said it before, and I will say it again: Buying that house with liar ex (who told many lies)? Worst. Idea. Ever.
Well, now that I think about it, spending eight years married to liar ex (who told many lies) holds the top spot for worst decision in my entire life. Let me reconsider. Buying the house? Penultimate. Worst. Idea Ever.
Eh – Live and learn, I suppose. Hear that, Cosmos? I am learning. So – you know, we can move onto some new, happy lessons.
Aside from my personal annoyances, I also see a major rip appeared in global security. No, I am not referring to the death of Mike Douglas. Instead, my eyes turned to the plot to destroy airplanes midair.
As many have already noted, this might mean the end to carry-on baggage. I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, I enjoyed the convenience of my rollerbag (specifically designed to fit in the overhead bin). On the other hand, I did not enjoy watching my fellow passengers regress into little beastly things as they fought over precious bin space to fit their steamer trunks. Nor did I like seeing the flight attendants being forced to argue with folk about why they could not hold that three-foot chandelier in their lap for the trip (Yes, I really saw this once).
So, I can live with minimal carry-on baggage (none at all, even books, is just silly). After all, we all adjusted to taking our shoes off. Okay, that is a lie. I have not adjusted to taking my shoes off and don't feel more safe knowing we boarded barefoot.
None of this strikes me as really solving the actual problem. If an individual desires to do harm to U.S. and their allies’ airlines, they will succeed. Dumping out tons of suntan lotion and perfume might look good for the six o’clock news, but it does not address the root issues of why so much animosity exists towards this nation. Until the U.S. (and its allies) come to terms with our historic and modern imperialism, we will always be at risk.
Well, on that cheery note, I hope you all are having a good weekend. I am looking forward to potentially meeting Jason over at PIHP for drinks.
Next week, I take up the challenge of trying to figure out the gym situation. I can only milk the move as justification for not doing anything at all for a couple of weeks.