Tuesday, October 20, 2009
It's a stay-cation...with a little protest thrown in for good measure...
It's been a roller coaster of a year - but with positive benefits all around. Well, mostly.
Our car fiasco in Vermont set us back a bit, so any vacation time is being spent pretty close to home.
But that's okay. This is one of those "let's catch up on projects" vacations.
The scorecard so far:
Nothing. Absolutely nada. Zip, bupkiss, zilch.
I spent today playing computer games, reading blogs, watching scary movies on cable and - oh wait, I did go to the bank drive thru for Brian to make a deposit. Wow! I did do something productive!
I also ate. Breakfast and lunch.
And I brought the recycling and trash cans in from the curb. I guess I did do quite a bit for a guy on vacation.
Go, me! yay.
I bopped into the office yesterday to wrap up a few loose ends from last week's event. Get the CD from the photographer, return some stands - that kind of stuff.
Then it was back home for a week of sleeping late, drinking early, and generally pissing the day away.
Brian is off tomorrow and we're going shopping for Halloween costume pieces. They're having a fancy dress wine tasting at his place of employment on Friday.
I may attend. I may not.
I found out today that his boss - who can be a very lovely and otherwise open-minded person - donated to the Republican Party for the upcoming election cycle.
I have an issue with that. I don't like to patronize the businesses of people who support an organization or an ideology that fights to deny me rights and recognition as a fellow human being.
There is a very popular tree service company in town, but I've never even had them out for an estimate. Why? Because all of their trucks have huge slogans on them in big, black letters - "God Bless America."
And no one else? Piss off.
I found out last year that my chiropractor donated $3,000 to the Republican National Committee. Done. No longer my chiropractor.
I certainly don't go so far as to inquire when I hire someone or patronize a business. After all, they may not wish to deal with me if they knew my views.
It all comes down to common civility. Keep your views out of my face and I'll keep mine out of yours.
Shove your ideology down my throat, and you can find a new customer, bubbie.
Maybe on Friday I'll go as a drunk guy who vomits on neo-conservatives. That could be fun!
Wish me well, kittens.