Half way into a bottle of wine at 3:30 in the afternoon and I am thinking of many deep, deep topics.
Like the tragedy of countries that celebrate female castration. Racial & gender subordination. The abuse of the ‘Anonymous’ option in teen social media. The abolishment of the Canadian penny. Feline alcoholism.
Feline alcoholism is real. It’s the only explanation for the rapid disappearance of wine in my house. I *can’t* possibly be the one drinking it all.
Another very, very deep thought which has occupied my brain today.
Sundays & holidays in the province of the Peg.
I have spent my adult life out west, way out west. Wickedly west.
Where everything is OPEN. Even on Sundays. And holidays.
But in Manitoba… EVERYTHING is closed. Aside from gas stations & dive restaurants.
Realize you have no fresh garlic on Good Friday? Too bad, so sad.
Suddenly notice your Prozac is finished? Prepare your friends & family to enjoy several days of your increasing insanity.
Wait. That could be funny.
Ran out of wine, WINE!!!? Suck it up buttercup.
That would NOT be funny.
These tragic thoughts have a positive side.
It’s Good Friday. Nothing is open. No malls, offices, museums, clubs or grocery stores.
So I have no choice but to spend it with my nearest & dearest. Listening to music, taking a gazillion lame online quizzes, playing fetch with (the possible wine stealing) cats, catching up on the mintiae details of my children’s lives, dancing in the kitchen to Nickelback while simmering the sauce we’re having for dinner. Which takes six hours to make. Something I don’t usually have time for, but today? Where the hell else would I be?
There will be no much needed car maintenance, no house hunting, no dentist visits or household shopping accomplished on this day off.
And realizing… this everything-is-closed-for-the-holidays-thing… is not such a bad thing.
How are you spending your long weekend?