Okay, I’ve been riding a huge bummer lately. AND having my ass kicked by my falling-down-around-my-ears house. The past week we’ve thrown thousands of dollars down the toilet for repairs. My office flooded and I’ve been unable to work in there even though my fabulous HB cleaned it up for me. (This was literally a Herculean task. I should’ve taken a before picture.) It’s now all gone to hell.
Last week I flushed our toilet, ran our sink, and turned the shower on for three straight days to help the plumbers test why the hell we had flooding. (First law of plumbing: the problem is intermittent. Second law of plumbing: problem disappears upon arrival of plumber. Third law of plumbing: you start throwing money down the toilet with every precious drop of water you flush away in testing for the leak. Fourth law of plumbing: just empty your wallet over the outstretched hands of your plumber. Because what else can you do? Fix it yourself? Yeah, I thought so.) Gallons of water went wasting. I was appalled. It literally took a week and someone with horsesense to say, “X cannot be the problem because if the sewage had backed up the line, you’d have had flooding from the lowest points/toilets in your house.” Which we did not have. We had flooding from an upstairs source leaking down.
Let’s see, what else is bumming me out? While I’m having a giant wallow here.
Okay, my kid’s all stressed out because first we spent 3 days at a hotel. Then we stayed at my in-laws’ house (which was grand, actually, because my mother-in-law is a good cook and she showered us with her delicious food). Then we migrated to our next door neighbors’. Then we migrated to a friend’s guesthouse. Next we go back to our neighbors’. He just wants to come home and do his routine: play with his trains, relax, have a snack, have dinner with a pleasant and not-grumpy mom and dad, have his bath, then go to sleep. Is that so wrong? Poor boy. He’s not a happy camper. It’s awful to see him struggling to keep an even keel. Sigh.
Meanwhile, we still have an expensive interior plumbing hassle to solve. Which will require crazy amounts of money to achieve, BECAUSE OUR HOUSE JUST ISN’T THAT SIMPLE. It was built in 1954, when people just seemed to make up construction from out of their asses.
More is bumming me out. Clinton is bugging the shit out of me. She can’t win unless she somehow convinces the superdelegates to coronate her the nominee. Yet she persists in running. Her campaign has become a total vanity production. The path to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue leads not through Pennsylvania, but over the charred rubble of the Obama campaign she wants to scorch and leave for dead or mortally wounded. How petty is it to want McCain to win if you can’t have the nomination? Because surely that’s what she’s accomplishing.
Also annoying–the overwhelmingly racial tones of the campaign. I’m not talking about blackness, I mean WHITENESS. What’s more a white move to consolidate your power than to move the goalposts? People of color recognize this move; women recognize this move when men do it. It’s why we non-white non-males grumble that you have to be 10x better just to end up in the same place. Well, Clinton’s acting like Da Man. She’s moving the goalposts to redefine success to fit her particular situation better and it frustrates me that Clinton supporters don’t see that.
I’m seriously thinking of looking for a new party to join. The Democratic Party, and specifically the “Reagan Democrats,” are really chapping my ass right now. At the same time, I’d hate to throw away my vote and make it totally irrelevant instead of only partly irrelevant. Conclusion: the two party system sucks.
Finally, the thing that has bothered me the most, ever since not getting so much as a murmur from them this year when I was a finalist last year: Tribeca All Access. Man that hurts. Ouch. Sob. THAT’s the thing that has me most mournful of all. It would’ve meant so much for the documentary.
Oh well. Next.
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