Picnics and tax breaks

Friday, another week is over...or damn near, and it seems that the weekend is practically over.

Let me explain. While there are no picnics, birthday's, parties, barbecue’s, or scheduled events of any kind, there are a host of projects. And what I want to know is why, even before you set out to accomplish them, you're out of time. 48 hours to finish all the laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping, and myriad other domestic have to's. Then, if that wasn't enough, there are all the things you *want* to do. In my case that means love making in all it's forms; practicing, baking, cooking, concocting, packing for our move, socializing on the fly.

And it's not all poor time management. I mean, granted I waste more than my fair share of time, but when I am motivated and really get going, I jam on all these things. It's simply that there aren't enough hours in a given day, and most of the days we are given in this life are taken up with the drudgery of the dollar drive (work), and Sisyphean tasks.

Perhaps we should start a movement to make the work week shorter and the weekends longer. A lot longer.

I know, a strike. If, hypothetically, everyone would refuse to work more than...we'll start small, say 32 hours a week (or the equivalent), then everyone in the country could have three day weekends. Then the business owners and government would have to recognize it. The work to "play" ratio would be more equitable and everyone would be a little happier. After that we could go for stopping the work week half way through Thursday. Then we would have as much time to work as to play. It's the ticket, I swear!

And, then we could petition for a tax break for house work. Think of it, every time you mow the lawn, or do dishes, laundry, trimming the hedges, planting flowers; anything that could be classified as home maintenance - you get a tax deduction. Then, after that, anyone that wants to plant things in their garden or create space things to be consumed: vegetables, fruits, herbs for culinary or medicinal purposes, bees for honey, etc...they get an additional break.

Think of the ripple effect this would have, it would be great. We would have more time to pursue our LIVES, and less stress so that we could ENJOY them.

Okay, so I didn't expect it to be quite this high...

I hate it when I ramble!

Well, here I am, writing?

Tony and I are going to move out of our current abode and into a much improved, safe, pretty, psychologically, and spiritually uplifting apartment that is yet to be identified. Of course the means of moving are yet to be identified too. Tony keeps asking me how we are going to accomplish this move, and my only answer is "I don't know, it's will all work out." He hates that, but is learning to live with it.

We've looked at a couple of places; A house that make our current apartment look like an episode from lifestyles of the rich and famous, and an upper duplex that reminds me of accomodations at the young republicans convention.

I have two students, hooray. No gigs on the horizon, and don't know where to go from here. I will figure it out. No worries, I will become independently wealthy from music and never have to have a day job again. I know it will happen, the question is when. (when can I quit, when can I quit? NOW PLEASE)

In other news...the thought of Karl Rove makes me nauseous because I just know that justice will not find him in the night. Justice O'Conner's retirement makes me want to cry, but I think I am going to go flyering this weekend, or perhaps collecting signatures for a petition to DO something about it.

I took the day off work yesterday, and spent the morning ironing...I ADORED it, all three and a half hours of it. Kinda sick, don't 'ya think? Hmmm...I wonder what that means.

I'm thinking about volunteering at Planned Parenthood, or somewhere of that ilk. Afterall, women's rights are something I feel exteremly passionate about, and if I don't do something to protect them, aren't I just feeding my own beliefs lip service?