Odds, ends

-Victor Meldrew and “One Foot in the Grave” are better than Larry David and “Curb Your Enthusiasm” because the curmudgeon who’s actually right but the world is against him is somehow funnier in a setting devoid of class aspiration or extreme wealth. I’m deep, so very deep, in a rewatch, and am struck by how it’s the world of Hyacinth Bucket but there’s absolutely no class resentment, no snobbery, no real interest in the fact that there are other people with more money or status. Victor Meldrew is always annoyed, but it’s about things in his immediate moment, not about anything so existential. He’s the opposite of those “Fleishman” wives.

-As someone who is not but is also not the opposite of a “Fleishman” wife… It’s probably time to do something about the kitchen. I cannot figure out where to begin, but have made a doc with what’s wrong with the current kitchen (most obviously: counter heights/depths for someone over 7 feet, whereas I am 5’2”), and I’m assuming someone skilled in these matters will simply hack into my computer and find it and make the associated improvements. Who does this, an architect? A cabinet-maker? An interior designer? Because do you know who doesn’t do it? A blogger.

I want to be excited about this. I want to be all chic and discussing a “reno” at dropoff but it’s like, this is a big expense, necessitated (or necessitated-ish, clearly it’s not like the roof caving in) by the counter height, as well as the fact that this is the only possible place in the house to put a second terlet and I announced long ago that our house needs one by the time our younger child is potty training, and that child has reached an age where this is now plausible.

-There is an exhibit in Paris about 1997 fashion and I am in slushy Toronto.