improbability like drowning
We've completed day two of the gas shutoff without romantic flare or great discomfort. R discovered an unlikely blessing of Philadelphia's ungodly heat: that it keeps the water in the hot water tank at room temperature. So even though it's not hot, it's warm enough to not squeal when you step under the shower. The shutoff has also eliminated many options in terms of food. I am unable to prepare anything except for yogurt, fruit, cereal and coffee - which is what we eat half the time anyways - so it's kind of a perk to not have to fire up the stove and conduct a meal into existence.
This might turn out to be ok after all.
R and I just had our first semi-serious discussion about our wedding. Yes, we've been engaged for aver a year and a half, and it's no big shocker that someday we will actually go through the process of tying the knot. But we actually made something that resembles a plan. We even figured out that September would be the month, however of which year is still to be determined.
I am in no rush for this, and have never been too up on the idea of marriage. If it happens it happens, (like if they shut off the gas, oh well!) has been my thinking. Yet, it's kind of tedious being in that suspended limbo of "someday". Either let's do it or not do it. Either is one fine; either one is decision. In theory, I don't understand how it could make a difference - what would change with marriage after having lived together for so long already? But what if there is a change. An invisible switch that is flipped and suddenly, after a night of partying in a fancy dress fully sloshed, life gets dreadful and boring and incredibly regular. Not to say that life is so hopping right now - it's not - but there is a certain weightlessness with being in a "domestic partnership" rather than a "marriage". The first sounds ironic, impossible to take yourself too seriously with such a beurocratic title such as domestic partner. It's flippant, witty and detached in that modern kind of way. Marriage on the other hand sinks like an cinderblock in a kidney shaped pool. When people, especially young people, tell me they're married, in my ear their tone sinks. It sounds to me as they refer to their husband or their wife that they are inflecting a slight pause, a slight dowturn of pitch which begs please get me out of this.
Of course, I am only imagining this. Right?
This might turn out to be ok after all.
R and I just had our first semi-serious discussion about our wedding. Yes, we've been engaged for aver a year and a half, and it's no big shocker that someday we will actually go through the process of tying the knot. But we actually made something that resembles a plan. We even figured out that September would be the month, however of which year is still to be determined.
I am in no rush for this, and have never been too up on the idea of marriage. If it happens it happens, (like if they shut off the gas, oh well!) has been my thinking. Yet, it's kind of tedious being in that suspended limbo of "someday". Either let's do it or not do it. Either is one fine; either one is decision. In theory, I don't understand how it could make a difference - what would change with marriage after having lived together for so long already? But what if there is a change. An invisible switch that is flipped and suddenly, after a night of partying in a fancy dress fully sloshed, life gets dreadful and boring and incredibly regular. Not to say that life is so hopping right now - it's not - but there is a certain weightlessness with being in a "domestic partnership" rather than a "marriage". The first sounds ironic, impossible to take yourself too seriously with such a beurocratic title such as domestic partner. It's flippant, witty and detached in that modern kind of way. Marriage on the other hand sinks like an cinderblock in a kidney shaped pool. When people, especially young people, tell me they're married, in my ear their tone sinks. It sounds to me as they refer to their husband or their wife that they are inflecting a slight pause, a slight dowturn of pitch which begs please get me out of this.
Of course, I am only imagining this. Right?
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