“Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.”
This morning is chilly. My heat went on earlier. The sky is peppered with clouds. I’m thinking it’s a day to stay close to home. Luckily I have everything I need and everything Maddie and Gracie need.
When I was a kid, the future was a day or two away. Once in a while, I’d be asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. That always took me aback so I chose saying teacher just to have a ready answer. I actually had no idea. I was still planning what I’d do on Saturday. I always thought that was a silly question. People like my aunt the nun asked it because they had no idea how to talk to a kid. How’s school was their other question. Good, the great non-descriptor, was my answer.
My father used to drag us to Connecticut once a year to visit my aunt the nun. She was my father’s older sister. Getting there was quite a production. We’d wear our play clothes until my father stopped at a brick highway rest stop in Connecticut where my mother cleaned us up and we put on church clothes. My aunt was always a nun to me as she became one before I was born. Those were the days of black and white habits and wimples. My aunt never seemed comfortable with our visits. Mostly she just paid attention to my father whom she called brother. He hated that. I remember how quiet the convent was. A nun would deliver cookies and lemonade almost without making a sound. She just whished. Part of the visit was always a tour of the school where my aunt taught. We’d follow behind her from the convent to the school like ducklings behind their mother. The tour was always boring. We knew what schools looked like and hers was no different, but we were glad to be moving not just sitting in the reception living room. We’d finish the tour and then go back to the convent to say our goodbyes until next year. I swear we all let out sighs of relief, even my father, as we were leaving.
I was never close to that aunt even after she ditched the habit. She used to come from Connecticut every year to spend Christmas with my parents. We were all nice to her in a stilted sort of way knowing my cousins were favored and we were abided.
My father often said you could pick your nose but not your relatives. I always thought that was gross but he was right. I offer up my aunt the nun as proof.
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May 8, 2017 at 7:31 pm
Hi Kat,
Your father was right about relatives. My father’s oldest sister was not a nun but she was very status conscious. She knew the price of everything but the value of nothing. From time to time she would make a royal visit to our house and leave her cast off clothing. She operated under the impression that we were destitute. My mother would patiently and graciously endure these visitations and accept the donation. After my aunt left, she would look through the bag and ask if there was anything I wanted. There never was so it went to the Goodwill. My father’s youngest sister was equally status conscious but at least she had the grace not to bother visiting us.
Today was vet day for Rocky and Piki Dog. They got shots and blood tests. Usually Piki Dog is a pain but he was relatively well behaved and didn’t scream even once. A record. They both got a Good Doggie Minion sticker. I got sticker shock. 🙂 Oh, well.
Today was cold and cloudy. I turned on the heat.
Enjoy the evening.
May 8, 2017 at 8:15 pm
Hi Caryn,
My father had a younger sister, my Aunt Mary, and she was my favorite aunt. The nun lacked warmth, humor and personality. I abided her. My father was a wonderful father, a funny man who was generous and loving. The nun was just like her father, my grandfather.
Gracie’s vet visit last week was close to $300.00. In the last couple of months, I have paid over $3300 in vet bills, but she is well worth it.
I totally understand your sticker shock with two dogs at a well-dog visit. I’m glad Piki Dog behaved.
Have a great evening!