Lazy Sunday and Everyday

Oompa-Loompa is not homogeneously lazy. There is a gradient shading that comes in to play when explaining his inactivity.

First of all, and this has to be said, he's a big guy. We're not talking stocky, barrel-chested or any other descriptor that takes away from the cold, clinical fact that he's fat. It's not culturally acceptable, I know, to use this word when looking at an individual but with all the generic finger pointing that is everywhere you look and listen be it in articles on obesity or the effects of shoveling garbage into your mouth the fact remains, simply, that's it's not good. It's not good to be pleasantly plump or thick or rotund if your idea of a good life is to be healthy but in this sample of 1, 2 when we get to Chubbs, I see that what's at issue with Oompa is a wholesale indifference to what he's doing to himself.

While I'm working, trying to ballast my family against the tides of everything that gets dragged under as you stave off complete financial ruin, Oompa rolls into the family owned business anywhere between 10 am and noon. He's never there by the time I get home 5:30 and no one seems to be incensed. I can't be incensed because he's my wife's father and I can't be incensed because my wife's mother is going through a tough time reeling from a collapsed marriage. The issue of why I am even talking about it is that it seems I can't talk without triggering a battle that I just don't have in me to fight.

I already blame Chubbs and Oompa for letting their daughter (and by proxy, me) get hit with this bankruptcty. Lord knows that I can't stop the bitterness that seems to grow every time, every passing day, when I see Chubbs as I have to be the one to house this woman but to know that Oompa gets to just roll through this situation without apologizing to anyone (he hasn't), gets to participate in getting the famiy business back into the black in any fashion he wants (whenever he feels like it) and is allowed to go back to his adulterous hutch every night without reproach (no one wants to administer tough love) is beyond me.

I'm helpless.