So I'm doing my fudge. It's the holidays. I always make fudge for Thanksgiving and Christmas at my folks. I come from a big family. My parents are in really strong health (knock wood). But my oldest brother's wife and my second oldest sister are talking about when we need to have the holidays somewhere else and arguing over whose house is should be at when that day comes.
Am I wrong or is that creepy?
It creeped me out. I'd taken my dad to pick out a Christmas gift for my mom today. He wanted to get it over with before "all the crazies" were out and about (day after Thanksgiving).
So we get back and this is the argument going on in my mother's kitchen as my mother's pealing yams (for a sweet potato pie) and as these two other able-bodied women are sitting at the kitchen table doing nothing but arguing. Excuse me, my sister is smoking a cigarette.
I just thought it was a creepy topic and it was creepy to be getting into an argument over it in front of my parents.
I was going to do my fudge over at my folks but I ended up helping mom with the sweet potato pie and then taking her and dad out for dinner. She hates that, by the way, when you take her out for dinner. She'll complain about the money you're spending and how she could make something in the kitchen and you could save your money. But I pointed out she'll be cooking all night and all morning (and she will) and she agreed.
She wanted to go to a cafeteria. Nope.
When you take my mother to one, she gets one tiny salad and that's it. You have to take her where she has to order. So they talked and decided on the Olive Garden which is their ideal place. I'm not knocking it. And I prefer it to a cafeteria. (I can eat at a cafeteria with my father. He will get food and get enough so that he's not still hungry.) We got a bottle of wine and I made them drink all but one glass. I reminded my mom I was driving. Shouldn't have more than one glass since I was driving.
So that was nice. And I was looking at them and had the dumb argument on my mind and started thinking, you know, they are going to be dead some day. And that's going to be so awful. Because I'll miss them so much. I'm so sick of people dying. I've lost too many relatives and friends.
But we get back and I went in planning to stay and help my mom. Fortunately, I hadn't said I'd do that. Because when we get in the house, my brother's wife and my sister are still arguing. Didn't they have families to be with? Husbands and kids? And it was the same argument.
I gave my folks a kiss and ended up coming back here. I was depressed like crazy and called around. Everyone was busy and that's fine. But I get into bed and knock-knock, it's Maggie. And she brought some tequila. Then knock-knock, it's Toni. So they both made time for me and I whined about my folks and the stupid argument.
And we made margaritas and that's when Dak-Ho got there and if we'd had Sumner with us it would have been "The gang's all here!" (He's had to go to NYC for his job. Hopefully, he'll be back by Christmas.)
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