September 20, 2009

Dear Diary,

I'd like to title this entry "If I were a Rich Wife." I affectionately do so in honor of Topol as he continues to travel the country as Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof. And also in honor of our garrulous cook at HuHot yesterday. One of the many things he decided to share with us is how he has never begrudged having a job. He likes to work. He likes to have something to do. In fact, if Cook did not have something to do at every moment, he thinks he would go insane. He doesn't understand women who don't work. Or men who are content to live off welfare.

Now, to a certain extent, I agree with him. Welfare is not supposed to be a cop out. And laziness is not terribly commendable. And I won't say that as soon as I'm married, I'm giving notice to my employer. I just don't think I'm one of those girls who would "go crazy" if I didn't have a job. It's true that after a certain amount of time of having nothing to do, one might get a little restless. But I think that if I were to marry a man of some wealth, I could probably find other things to do rather than be fully concerned with a career.

For instance, "If I Were a Rich Wife..."

I would take lots of classes -- Dance, karate, art, photography, etc.

I would go to the gym and accept and embrace the idea of being a "trophy."

I would have coffee or ice cream with the other rich wives during the day.

I would take Pigeon to the dog park, or lounge by the pool.

I would catch up on my Jane AustenI would write letters, and books.

I would perfect my culinary capabilities and "have dinner on the table."

I don't think I'd grow restless with pedicures, malls, and Disney World about. I think I could actually enjoy it. ...if I were a rich wife...

Wonder what riches tomorrow will hold...