Friday, July 22, 2005

A Night As A Bachelor - 1995 & 2005

On Wednesday, my wife took the kids for an overnight visit to see her parents and I had the house all to myself. My night as a "bachelor" was quite different than a typical night ten years ago when I lived by myself in a small studio apartment downtown.

On a typical Wednesday night in 1995 I would:

- Rent a video from Tower Video
- Eat macaroni and cheese out of a pot placed on the coffee table in front of the television
- Drink Mountain Dew
- Stay up late

...and on this Wednesday night in 2005 I:

- Came home from work
- Ate macaroni and cheese out of a bowl at the kitchen table
- Mowed the lawn
- Read The Trail to Tranquility
- Went to bed early

Times have certainly changed!


At July 22, 2005 at 7:40:00 AM EDT, Blogger Mirty said...

"I tried to cook macaroni & cheese for lunch but I messed it up." That's what my stepson (14) told me when I got home from work yesterday.

He couldn't explain to me exactly HOW that was possible, but he was sure glad I was there to cook supper for him. :)

At July 22, 2005 at 8:39:00 AM EDT, Blogger torontopearl said...

You might've improved in those ten years, but your menu certainly hasn't! ;)

At July 22, 2005 at 11:00:00 AM EDT, Blogger Jack's Shack said...

I remember those days. It was a different world.

At July 22, 2005 at 1:07:00 PM EDT, Blogger Pilot Mom said...

Thanks for the laugh this morning! :)

At July 22, 2005 at 1:45:00 PM EDT, Anonymous chabakuk elisha said...

Mowing the lawn!! Now I'm jealous.

This is also why I always try to dissuade my wife from leaving me alone - But when she does leave me alone, this is my general schedule:
Work Late.
Eat some cheese out of the package.
Drink some OJ.
Go to sleep miserable.

Back in 1995 I lived in California and I had my second child. I might not have worked as late, and I'd probably make myself a sandwich and read a book too... and I don't think I would have been quite as miserable as I get these days... I guess loneliness is a bigger deal to me these days.


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