Sisyphus

According to Greek mythology, Sisyphus was forced to roll a boulder up a mountain every day and watch it roll back down because he had attempted to trick the gods.  Agh, the futility, the inanity, the insanity!

Behold, the Sisyphean tasks of housewifery:

This list should also include making the bed and basically everything else. They never end!  You fold the same clothes today that you folded yesterday; you empty the same dishes today that you will empty tomorrow.

 Here's a funny story, once when we were dating Ryan asked me what my least favorite chore was.  I told him that I hated making my bed.  Months later somehow he mentioned that my bed probably wasn't made.  I was highly offended and asked him why he thought that and he replied it was because I hated making my bed.  I replied, "Ah yes, I hate making my bed, but I still make it every day!"  These days, I don't mind making my bed at all, funny how things change.

According to Camus, the myth of Sisyphus basically explains the hopelessness and pointlessness of man's existence.  When a person realizes this he can (according to Camus): kill himself, delude himself with religion, or be happy at the ridiculousness of it all.  This, my friends, is the French school of existentialism.  As a general rule, Ryan and I spurn post-modernism in all of its different permutations and this includes existentialism (sorry Cate); this is also why I have refused to use a capital E when writing it.  

I love that I get to be home to do these boring tasks! Turn on a little internet radio with Pandora and get 'em done! The best part is that I get to play with and attempt to snuggle with this little bug!  My little flower, becoming cuter and wiser every day.

For those of you who are still reading past the photos, here is a little treat.  I was finishing up grad school in Indiana when Ryan and I got married.  My friends there gave me a bridal shower; they were all grad students and very, very smart.  Here is one of the questions they asked Ryan beforehand, which I had to guess his answer to at the shower.  

"Would you prefer Cathryn became a freewheeling relativist or an unimaginative positivist?"

Ryan's response:

"Truth needs no imagination.  I could stop there but because Cathryn knows this is one of my favorite topics allow me to elaborate: First, a relativist is at best inconsistent and at worst contradictory... Second, I don't like Richard Rorty, Paul Feyerabend, or any so-called post-modernist.  Chances are, if Cathryn were a relativist I wouldn't like her none never neither (triple negative)."

That's actually only a smidgen of his response, but you get the idea.  Ryan REALLY hates post-modernists.  Actually, I think I got the question wrong at the shower - probably because I actually didn't understand any of it.