Primo: Should I go to the social justice march for peace and justice tomorrow?
Me: I don't know.
Primo: Should I feel guilty for not going?
Me: Only if you goof off reading political stuff. If you throw junk away and work on cleaning out your office instead, then no, you should not feel guilty.
Primo: If I don't go, it means that I Don't Care.
Me: It must be hard to be on your side.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
In which Primo is stressed out about my friends maybe coming to our house on short notice
Me: Oh! Guess what! Sandrine is in town!
Primo: Who's that?
Me: Remember? She was in the Peace Corps with me. Her mom and dad live here. She and her husband and the kids are here for a few days. She wants to know if we want to go out to dinner.
Primo: Tonight?
Me: Yes. They are leaving tomorrow. She wrote that she is mortified that she didn't get in touch earlier.
Primo: I guess.
Me: They could come over here for a drink [remember the 300 bottles of wine in the basement?] and then we could go out.
Primo: Here? To OUR HOUSE?
Me: Yes. Here. To our house.
Primo: But I am in the middle of working on the computer and it's on the coffee table. And there is stuff on the table that we are taking on our trip next week.
Me: I don't care. I will just tell her that we are getting ready to go on a trip. The bathroom is clean. The living room is clean. Our house is not a museum. I don't mind if people come over.
Primo: It's always your friends who come here.
Me: Yep. Your friends never ask if we want to go out to dinner. Your friends invite us only to events where they want money.
Primo: Well.
Me: The only friends of your who ever invite us to do anything are your political friends and there is nothing they do where they have not asked for a donation.
Primo: I guess.
Me: At least my friends like us just for our company. They don't want money from us.
Primo: Who's that?
Me: Remember? She was in the Peace Corps with me. Her mom and dad live here. She and her husband and the kids are here for a few days. She wants to know if we want to go out to dinner.
Primo: Tonight?
Me: Yes. They are leaving tomorrow. She wrote that she is mortified that she didn't get in touch earlier.
Primo: I guess.
Me: They could come over here for a drink [remember the 300 bottles of wine in the basement?] and then we could go out.
Primo: Here? To OUR HOUSE?
Me: Yes. Here. To our house.
Primo: But I am in the middle of working on the computer and it's on the coffee table. And there is stuff on the table that we are taking on our trip next week.
Me: I don't care. I will just tell her that we are getting ready to go on a trip. The bathroom is clean. The living room is clean. Our house is not a museum. I don't mind if people come over.
Primo: It's always your friends who come here.
Me: Yep. Your friends never ask if we want to go out to dinner. Your friends invite us only to events where they want money.
Primo: Well.
Me: The only friends of your who ever invite us to do anything are your political friends and there is nothing they do where they have not asked for a donation.
Primo: I guess.
Me: At least my friends like us just for our company. They don't want money from us.
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