Today started off pretty good. The kids were unusually well-behaved, I repaired the brakes on the Camry in under 30 minutes (even replaced a rotor!), some financial/inheritance related documents arrived in the mail so I’ll be able to renew my SD membership next April, lawn mower started on the first pull…you know, a busy day but like clockwork, too.
So as a reward for an incredibly healthy performance at lunch I figured I’d ruin it by giving the kids a treat. Their unanimous decision was for ice cream at McD’s. Totally aware of the health paradox I’d solicited, I acquiesced and loaded up the fam into the Camry and headed for the golden arches. We got there. And then my mind began to reel.
At noon today, my hometown demographic was fairly well represented: 3 Hispanic families and 4 batches of Honkeys including us (the Vietnamese contingent was noticeably absent). With the exception of my wife, who is a health Nazi in nursing school ALL the adults there were disturbingly obese. I’m packing about 30 extra pounds…just in case…but these people were SERIOUSLY obese. And their kids were so whacked out on media (4 were lost in hand-held video games) and sugar that my own rugrats (ages 4, 6 & 8) were embarrassed for them & refused to enter the playground until the monsters had left the building. The wife & I looked at each other and, with the mind meld that comes after 20+ years, agreed that we were on Mars. Had been for almost 40 years. Kerry vs. Bush? Who gives a rat’s ass which clown runs the circus, it’s the circus that makes the clowns. We agreed that we need to be in a different show.
So we started talking heritage. She’s 50% Czechoslovakian (Prague), 25% Irish 25% Dutch. I’m a total mongrel with a maximum component of 40% Irish (accumulated through a number of generations) but with 400 years of indiscriminate North American interbreeding to require a shout out to sundry Native American tribes, Russian, German Jew, Mongol, English, Welsh and a suspected contribution from Brazil—which is a whole ‘nother Oprah of ethnicity.
Short version: We can’t stay here. We’ve both spent (brief) time in Ireland and loved every minute of it. We have both sensed a magic in the ground there that we’ve only found in one spot in the US. We want to move there because unlike this place where we’ve been raised, it feels more like home to our souls.
But…how the hell does one make a living there?