You've seen this type of person before
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At least on T.V. you have. The type
who becomes unemployed and does some major soul searching with their
new abundance of free time. This stint usually works out for a while,
with the unemployed person achieving some degree of satisfaction from
their personal leisure activities. Unfortunately, this “free time
high” does not last. On T.V at least, the character soon reaches a
tipping point and begins to spiral out of control.
Perhaps they become overwhelmed by
their very own boredom. Perhaps, as I recently saw in an episode of
Parks and Recreation, the character realizes how little they
have actually accomplished in their tinkerings. In that episode, Ben,
one of the main characters, is enthusiastically unemployed and spends
his time creating a clay-mation movie. That is, until it dawns on him
that three weeks of work has landed him only five seconds of (boring)
clay-mation footage.
Obviously, This is one problem that I
hope to avoid. I am thankful that I am living in real life, and not a
Hollywood world where the twenty-two allotted minutes of screen time
require a good deal of conflict. Basically, I want to avoid hearing
the words: “Kevin. This is an intervention.”
You might guess from the title of this
post what my unemployed tendencies have turned to. Cooking, Baking,
Wedding Planning, etc. All very much included in the quote-unquote
“domestic arts” I very much enjoy these kinds of things. It is
exciting for me to pick out the various details of the wedding, from
the colors to the registry items. It is exciting for me to eat bread
that I have baked with my very own two hands (Thanks, Carla Histand
for the excellent oatmeal bread recipe!)
While these things occupy a lot of my
time, I hope and pray that I don't become obsessed. Naomi asserts
that she could never become a “foodie,” but she thinks my
personality is prone to foodie tendencies. Depending on how you look
at it, a foodie is either a person who takes the time to select fresh
and tasty food that was grown sustainably and locally, or a food snob
who never eats anything processed and obsesses over food labels and
ingredients. Obviously I'd rather become the first than the second.
At least in Vermont, there's no danger of becoming the snobbiest
foodie around.
Finally, you might wonder if I feel
any degree of embarrassment or shame in doing these so-called
domestic activities. As a man, I should be out doing the heavy
lifting, right? Let me tell you what my friend Zach Metzler once told
me. When Zach brought a sewing machine to college, I asked him about
it. “Yeah,” he said, “I like to sew. I like to cook and clean
as well as use power tools and fix stuff. My family taught me from
early on that I should learn to do all sorts of things – both
masculine and feminine – so that I'll never have to be dependent on
no %*$&! woman!”
So yeah – I like to cook. However, I
am rather fortunate to have a great fiancee to be co-dependent on. No
matter how much I was taught to do dishes, that is one thing I really
dislike doing. Lucky for me, Naomi would much rather wash a plate
than prepare one. So it works out in the end.
That's it for today. Just let me know
if you think I'm “spiraling” with my blog posts!
p.s. I also fixed the p-trap in the kitchen sink and am making plans to build a couch out of pallets. Not that I'm trying to prove my manliness or anything.