Honestly, I don’t know. Mary was, um, interesting back in high school, but she seems to have gotten more, um, quirky since then. We met in Biology class - we were lab partners and she couldn’t deal with dissecting the frog, or the worm, so I carried the load there. We hung out for a number of years, but I don’t recall when I last saw her - maybe 8 years? Her comment about books doesn’t surprise me, tho.
I remind myself that she’s a dying old lady. For many years, many times over, she helped us out in various situations. She’s a good person at heart, but very much a product of her generation. What I don’t get is that she seems to think everyone should look at things the way she does. She can’t imagine that I hate hate hate to shop - it doesn’t compute.
While we were eating supper tonight, she was asking about the health situations of my siblings, trying to figure out which one of them would take care of me. Um, none of them. They have their own families and I have my own husband and daughter. I don’t need my sister taking me in. Just because she’s close to her youngest sister, she thinks I should be too. Nope. It’s not like I hate any of my sibs. It’s just that we’re not close in that way. Her family dynamic isn’t mine. That’s just life.
Laundry is all done. FCD is still snoozing. I’m counting on early bedtime today to make up for the middle-of-the-night rude awakening. Stoopit cat. We’re supposed to meet Daughter at the fairgrounds around 9 tomorrow morning, I think. Must text her.