“I moved here from Canada, and they think I’m slow, eh?” -Gordy, The Simpsons.
Sorry everyone for not keeping up and commenting. I made a couple feeble attempts since the move but there is just too much for now. I really don’t understand how people with a zillion subscription contacts keep up with them. Currently I can’t manage what I have. In the past I found I needed about an hour for a good entry and another hour to read my subscriptions and leave a zesty comment wherever I went. Two hours every two or three days doesn’t seem like much but I’ve been making a strong effort to get organized and my career started. That kind of work is mentally draining. On top of that, I’ve got household chores to do which include all kinds of mundane energy sucking tasks.
First, I want to write that it feels truly bizarre not to be starting school in September. Junior Kindergarten, Senior Kindergarten, Grades one to thirteen. Seven more years of University. That’s 22 straight years of school. I am haunted by a feeling that I am perpetually skipping class and falling incredibly behind on a vast array of assignments.
So, I’m in Newton, a Boston suburb. I’m living with Merle and her parents. Yes, the dysfunctional couple is reunited in cohabitive glee. Nothing has changed between us. We occupy a state comprised of regular intervals of intense murderous fighting interspersed with short periods of light hearted fun and mischief. Probably nothing will ever change until one of us kills the other one. Other than that.. let me see. It’s not so bad living here I suppose. Everyone is gone all day. Merle works until six. Her parents work until late. Her two brothers are off at University. So I’ve got their big historical, colonial home all to myself all day. I’ve been getting up early, heading downstairs in my blue pin striped robe and pajama pants, making a hazelnut coffee and doing the sudoku puzzle while I groggily sip my coffee and everyone rushes out. Then boring job searching and cover letter writing. Blah blah. I’ve been painting and grouting for Merle’s papa a little. I’ve got a nightly struggle going on with raccoons over the trash bins, it’s reminiscent of the Great Outdoors. Yup. Life’s about as exciting a slice of provolone cheese.
I’ve been enjoying the city though. If I had to pick a place to live in the U.S.A., I’m sure Boston would be top ten. It’s a different environment and cultural mix, but one that’s not very different. The accent still catches me off-guard though. I’m going to pawwwwwwk my car. Let’s go for a wawwwwwwwk. That buwwrd sure can squawwwwwk. What? There’s nothing wrong with how I tawwwwwk. It seems to me that Americans in general talk louder and deeper. More baritone and flat pitched. I admit this may not be a fair assessment though because 90% of my USA experience comes from three states,
The Ancient Undergrad 
I love Curb Your Enthusiasm. The best one is where they celebrate Christmas and Larry eats baby Jesus and the whole episode he has a pubic hair stuck in his throat and he tries to cough to up periodically.Another gem is an episode where Larry picks up a prostitute so he can use the carpool lane.It’s really the same show as Seinfeld, just better, in large part because of the swearing. Larry is George.I’m lame I had to derive all of the content for my comment from a sitcom.
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Visit Arkansas and we’ll get your accent all screwed up and that’s a fact.
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i don’t have anything to say that’s related to your entry. i just needed a place to rest. your blog seemed like the right place. you should hear the californian accent. i obviously don’t have it. lol
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If it makes you feel any better…at least you still have your sense of humor. I’ve missed it!
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ryc: mango and all things mango-related are awesome.
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i’m glad you’re back. thanks for the utterly cheerless comment about my ant friends. that was sarcasm. but i am glad. i, too, am not starting school for the first time in ages. it feels very strange to not be buying new pens and glue, not sucking up to new teachers, not figuring out the locations of bathrooms relative to classrooms. so strange to think that that portion of my life may be over forever…. <trails off wistfully>
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ryc: nah, you’d probably be a higher prioirty than cheese grating…maybe just behind cleaning out the kitty litter…(it gets pretty smelly). 🙂
grouting….fun. do you get to scrub the can too?
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updates are good. are there really californian accents? i have no idea… sounds normal to me lol
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Yaaaaaaaaaaay Boston! I love Boston. I went to BU. I love Boston! I’m learning french online…I don’t think it’s working. It’s cool though and it’s free, so hey! Works for me!
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hi…hang in there. francais, eh? i took eight damn years of frnech and should have taken spanish. what a frickin’ waste. no offense to our amies in Boston. “Probably nothing will ever change until one of us kills the other one.” i hope you don’t mind that i laughed at that.
good luck with the job search. you’re there for a reason–i know it will find you. hang in there.
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p.s. i know how it feels to be in a home where they’re speaking another language. hernando’s family spoke (well, still do, i am sure) exclusively in spanish. it made me feel left out. learn the language a lot quicker than they think you will, and then freak them out with knowing exactly what they’re talking about. muahaha.
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I have always wanted to visit Boston. There was always something romantic about the place. Ever since I saw the movie BIG! with Tom Hanks I have wanted to live there… I don’t think that it was filmed there, I think it’s set in New York actually, but for some reason, I always placed it in Boston. Plus I am a big Sox fan…. since ’89 actually! To get to go to a game… would be amazing!
Life is sure in changed state for ya. I have to admit, I love that idea of a man walking down the stairs in a robe and pj bottoms… there is such a comfort to it… I don’t know if that makes sense… but o well!
I like the language (French)… nobody here in Colorado speaks it though, and that’s frustrating, Sounds like life is at least interesting in the fact that you’re adjusting to living with Merle and the fact that you’re also living with her parents… that would be uncomfortable I would imagine.
I am glad you updated.
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I swear, I don’t think I have an accent but there are a few from the very south who think I do. Then I go back up to Canada for a week and some people think I’m getting an American accent! *snorts* It’s one of those NON-accents that is common in the States and Canada, in my opinion. I thought you were considering going to Vancouver… or to Hawaii!
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