Mom and Dad in Zion National Park--Kolob
I'm in Cedar City with my parents for day two of the grand Shakespearean adventure. We went to see Twelfth Night last night and this evening we're going to see Coriolanus. This morning we hiked in Zion National Park and Mom and I had this most excellent conversation.
Mom: Oooh, there's a bug on you.
Me: Aaaaaagh! Get it off! (I don't care for bugs in any form.)
Mom: Whap!
Me: Did you just get bug guts on my white shirt!?
Mom: It was a really little bug, but he packed a lot of guts in there.
(Mom's sitting here watching, and she says she didn't say that. She says that she just commented on what a juicy bug he was. She definitely used the word guts, though.)
The first time I came to this festival, I was 7-years-old, and our family came down here every year while we lived in Utah. Inexplicably, one of the festival highlights was that I always got to buy a tart before the plays actually began. A tart cost about $0.50 and was made from some sort of purchased pie crust and lemon pie filling from a can. Not the highest quality product. Tarts are still sold before shows but they now cost $1.75. I bought one last night, because it's tradition and it makes me happy, which leads me into a brief discussion of MBC's Monetary Beliefs.
I briefly thought about purchasing a house this summer. I talked to a realtor and got pre-qualified for a loan and then decided to wait another year, because my head wanted to explode every time I thought about paying for a house. Taking all my money and going to Prague or Greece or Scotland for a year, though, makes me feel warm and happy inside. Investment=crisis. Travel=joy and sunshine. I don't really want to own things, but I like having experiences. I did, however, just buy a cookie press at Ye Olde Catholic Thrift Shoppe. How can you not want to own something from somewhere with a name like that?
Mom: Oooh, there's a bug on you.
Me: Aaaaaagh! Get it off! (I don't care for bugs in any form.)
Mom: Whap!
Me: Did you just get bug guts on my white shirt!?
Mom: It was a really little bug, but he packed a lot of guts in there.
(Mom's sitting here watching, and she says she didn't say that. She says that she just commented on what a juicy bug he was. She definitely used the word guts, though.)
The first time I came to this festival, I was 7-years-old, and our family came down here every year while we lived in Utah. Inexplicably, one of the festival highlights was that I always got to buy a tart before the plays actually began. A tart cost about $0.50 and was made from some sort of purchased pie crust and lemon pie filling from a can. Not the highest quality product. Tarts are still sold before shows but they now cost $1.75. I bought one last night, because it's tradition and it makes me happy, which leads me into a brief discussion of MBC's Monetary Beliefs.
I briefly thought about purchasing a house this summer. I talked to a realtor and got pre-qualified for a loan and then decided to wait another year, because my head wanted to explode every time I thought about paying for a house. Taking all my money and going to Prague or Greece or Scotland for a year, though, makes me feel warm and happy inside. Investment=crisis. Travel=joy and sunshine. I don't really want to own things, but I like having experiences. I did, however, just buy a cookie press at Ye Olde Catholic Thrift Shoppe. How can you not want to own something from somewhere with a name like that?
1 comment:
I feel the same way when I think about my house payments, but you really should go ahead and buy a house! It's an excellent investment, and then you'll have to stay here :)
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