Sunday night
Mar. 17th, 2002 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyIt's been such a long day. Sorta. At least, it's felt long. We slept lateish, but I'm so tired now.
It was an unusually boring day today. We were running a little late, and they had made breakfast, which was kind of quick to make, so we ate lasagna for lunch before we left. On the bright side, by the time we got there, the dishes were done. That was nice.
On a side note, I get so aggravated about the dishes issue. Now, one should keep in mind that I don't even do dishes at home. This makes me less inclined to want to do them elsewhere, but hey, it's for Papaw so I won't complain about that too much. What does make me angry is the selectivity of who doesn't do them. For instance.. none of the men help. I could get over the fact that the uncles don't do anything, due to generational differences or laziness or whatever reason. But there's this one certain teenage person who, due to chromosomes beyond his control, doesn't have to do anything. And the reason, of course? Women's work. *ARGH* And this is his MOTHER who says this! It infuriates me every time I think about it, because it's exactly that attitude which continues existing stereotypes. It's because of this (and what it symbolizes) that a woman makes 76% of what a man of the same education level makes, and no one can connect the two things, somehow. They all look at me like I've grown an additional head when I point things like this out, and always make fun of me for making too much out of such small things. No one seems to grasp the larger picture. I tried to change things in the past.. but now I figure that since none of the other men have to do anything, I'm not making Magnus help. Anyway, now it's not even the men who don't do anything, others will just sit in the livingroom and not bother helping. Sometimes they even come up with excuses.
Argh. Anyway. We played Rook most all day. Magnus went up to the woodshop and picked out most of his mandolin wood. He's really excited about that. :) He brought it in and cleaned it off tonight, and showed me how it would be pieced together and stuff. He's still reading obsessively about mandolins online. I think it's cute. I wonder how much longer I'll think so before I scream with frustration every time he mentions it. :) We were invited over to Bart and Heidi's after we left Papaw's, but we were going to Mamaw and Papaw's instead, and Heidi wasn't going to be there, so. Not today. Bart brought a guitar and a "widdle guitar" (or a mandolin, to anyone other than Krista) and the boys *giggle* played with them for a while. Devon was acting like he felt much better today. We suspect that Papaw was frustrated at not feeling well enough to go play with Magnus in the shop. ;) He's bound to miss fooling with his wood, but he doesn't think he's able to in the same way anymore. He doesn't see all that well anymore (he's blind in one eye and color-blind, for one thing, plus normal vision problems), so he's kind of afraid to be up there by himself. It's cute, too, cause he really doesn't see the point in building a mandolin, but he's interested in the idea on sheer wood principle. He builds BIG things. You know.. chairs, bookcases, houses.. *grin* And why would you build a mandolin when you already have one? ;)
Cable modem tomorrow. *beam* We're gonna be so disappointed if they don't make it out here for some reason. ;)
It was an unusually boring day today. We were running a little late, and they had made breakfast, which was kind of quick to make, so we ate lasagna for lunch before we left. On the bright side, by the time we got there, the dishes were done. That was nice.
On a side note, I get so aggravated about the dishes issue. Now, one should keep in mind that I don't even do dishes at home. This makes me less inclined to want to do them elsewhere, but hey, it's for Papaw so I won't complain about that too much. What does make me angry is the selectivity of who doesn't do them. For instance.. none of the men help. I could get over the fact that the uncles don't do anything, due to generational differences or laziness or whatever reason. But there's this one certain teenage person who, due to chromosomes beyond his control, doesn't have to do anything. And the reason, of course? Women's work. *ARGH* And this is his MOTHER who says this! It infuriates me every time I think about it, because it's exactly that attitude which continues existing stereotypes. It's because of this (and what it symbolizes) that a woman makes 76% of what a man of the same education level makes, and no one can connect the two things, somehow. They all look at me like I've grown an additional head when I point things like this out, and always make fun of me for making too much out of such small things. No one seems to grasp the larger picture. I tried to change things in the past.. but now I figure that since none of the other men have to do anything, I'm not making Magnus help. Anyway, now it's not even the men who don't do anything, others will just sit in the livingroom and not bother helping. Sometimes they even come up with excuses.
Argh. Anyway. We played Rook most all day. Magnus went up to the woodshop and picked out most of his mandolin wood. He's really excited about that. :) He brought it in and cleaned it off tonight, and showed me how it would be pieced together and stuff. He's still reading obsessively about mandolins online. I think it's cute. I wonder how much longer I'll think so before I scream with frustration every time he mentions it. :) We were invited over to Bart and Heidi's after we left Papaw's, but we were going to Mamaw and Papaw's instead, and Heidi wasn't going to be there, so. Not today. Bart brought a guitar and a "widdle guitar" (or a mandolin, to anyone other than Krista) and the boys *giggle* played with them for a while. Devon was acting like he felt much better today. We suspect that Papaw was frustrated at not feeling well enough to go play with Magnus in the shop. ;) He's bound to miss fooling with his wood, but he doesn't think he's able to in the same way anymore. He doesn't see all that well anymore (he's blind in one eye and color-blind, for one thing, plus normal vision problems), so he's kind of afraid to be up there by himself. It's cute, too, cause he really doesn't see the point in building a mandolin, but he's interested in the idea on sheer wood principle. He builds BIG things. You know.. chairs, bookcases, houses.. *grin* And why would you build a mandolin when you already have one? ;)
Cable modem tomorrow. *beam* We're gonna be so disappointed if they don't make it out here for some reason. ;)
