. . . I hope.
The whole gang is moving down here. At last count this included one grandmother, two aunts, one uncle-in-law, and two cousins. Here’s a short summary:
Grandmother. In her early seventies and still energetic. . . unfortunately. She is mean, mean, mean. Loves to push buttons, make a scene, stab people in the back. She once refused to take Prozac because “it made me feel like everything was all right”.
No, I’m not making that up.
Aunt #1. In her early forties, Aunt #1 is fighting the long losing battle with multiple sclerosis. She is not married and has no children. Understandably, she is fighting depression-- a situation not helped by the presence of Grandmother.
Aunt #2. In her mid thirties. Aunt #2 was the “wild child” in the family-- and still is. Smokes, drinks, drifts from job to job. Very smart, great sense of humor, and a terrific artist. Unfortunately, she has never stayed with her artistic career, which is a real shame in my opinion. And she is married to. . .
Uncle-in-law. This man is an alcoholic and a wife beater. Two summers ago he took a baseball bat to Aunt #2. They are still married. My gut instinct is to grab the closest blunt object when his back is turned.
Cousin #1. Just started going through “the change”. Look at her wrong and she bursts into tears. No sign of telekinetic ability, thank God.
Cousin #2. A nine year old hellraiser. Seems destined to become the next Aunt #2. Smart, very artistic, and stubborn as a mule. Will NOT listen to you unless it’s done her way.
Sighs
I hate these character-building situations. . .
– Sylence
If a bird doesn’t sing, I’ll wait until it sings.
- Tokugawa Ieyasu
