You know what is not fun? Getting tested for tuberculosis at 8 in the G.D. morning! (They said it wouldn’t hurt but it totally did).
Anyway, I’ve been spending hours trucking around visiting some of the most amazing houses money can by, (and even peeking into the lives of the most elite, wealthy, privileged few who roam the earth). Panoramic views of Lake Washington? No sweat. Gardens, lawns, and flowers with nary a weed or an irregular piece of grass? You can count on it. Expansive playrooms the size of my house? Yes. Full on playground sets with swings, ropes, and ladders? Old news, man. The most gigantic, enormous, larger than life diamond wedding sets and right hand diamond rings? OH MY GOD, I tried not to stare as their left hands clunked and shifted with the weight of their rocks. I’ve seen things you can only imagine.
OK, ok, so money can’t necessarily guarantee happiness–but it sure makes it a lot easier. Ok, yeah, I’m envious, (she says sheepishly), there’s no way I’ll be walking the grounds while waiting for my hydroplane anytime soon….not on a teacher’s salary. I’m solid middle class, through and through…and most of these folks were probably born with gold imbedded in their fingernails.
I’m tired in a way that I’ve never experienced…well, maybe the morning 6am shift at Starbucks is a close comparison to how tired I feel…only back then I could take a nap after work. These nine hour days are starting to gnaw at me a little bit. Luckily, I’m with good people, I’m eating well, and trying to continue my backyard yoga.