Thursday, September 04, 2008

Wanted: Fairy Godmother

Wouldn't it be nice to come home and find that your dirty laundry and dishes, your scuffed and dirty floor, and your stray detritus had magically cleaned themselves and returned to their places? I know it doesn't happen, but honestly, I would be a changed woman if it did.

We've had a long two weeks (well, a year really) of goodbyes. Several friends have moved away. Far away. Spend-a-lot-of-money-to-see-them away. London, Texas, Oregon. Email doesn't quite cut it, and we are not fans of the phone. I realized this week that we've been having send off parties and last-time-to-____ gatherings for a year now.

The most recent rash of festivities was for Ethan, who moved to Portland, Oregon after ten years of being my neighbor and twenty years of being practically another sibling. We are incredibly excited for him - it's a great community to move to and will fuel his artistic life. We're excited for us too - what a cool place to visit. We're also trying to figure out what to do with ourselves now that there are so many spaces that fun people used to occupy... Which means, in all honesty, that we're sitting in our apartment wondering why the dirty leavings of our daily life won't just up and wash themselves, the brats. And we're staring at each other with the glazed look couples use when they're too tired to invest in conversation beyond the words "what?" "nope" and "uh-huh".

Pitiful huh? We have other friends, and they are pretty cool. But they're an hour or more away, and it takes some planning because somehow, when we weren't looking, we all went and became adults with lives. It really gets in the way. I'm still trying to figure out how to make playing the point of my adult life without coming across as some nut with responsibility and commitment issues. If I were say, a river otter, none of this would be a problem. But that's as likely as my dishes and clothes pulling a Disney moment and becoming pleasantly animated and dutiful.


Steve said...

As I recall that Disneyfied clean-up didn't turn out too well for Micky. I'm thinking robots!

Ethan Slayton said...

Kate, I have to tell you and I think you already knew this but; You ARE a River Otter. Yesh. Pretty much an Otter in Kates clothing :)
And just let it be known that as a recipient for one of those going away partys; I never had a better time with you and Steve, Bruce, Monica, Nick, Jeremy and Jessie. That was amazing and I won't soon ferget it. But I tell you what; out here in Portland? The dishes don't do themselves either!! Oh no!! Especially the living arrangment Ive got with Max; I'm the dishwasher!
So if you and Steve, you know; DECIDE to move out here; I could do your dishes if you let me sleep on your couch ;)