November 25, 2005
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Geez, it’s been so long and I’m really tired but I just wanted to say “hey.” It’s been one good thing after the next over here. I took the girls to get their eyes checked so when they were done they all had sunglasses on because their eyes were so dilated. I’ll never forget the sight of them: three abreast, arm-in-arm walking down the middle of 13th in the Pearl. All dressed up, takin’ the town by storm. It’s not because I’m their mom, either. I know I’ve said this before but these girls, especially together, make passers-by stop and stare.
They were all happy about getting along. We just kept doing more stuff because it was going so well. I took them to the place where I get my glasses, those cute ones for $20. But they need prescription ones I guess. Then we were hungry so we went for lunch. The Daily Cafe was the perfect choice and I marvelled at my luck in remembering it. After that we went back to the apartment the oldest one is letting the middle one use. The youngest wanted to try one of their coats on. You should see the collection of coats the two of them have. Now they are all the same size so everyone was trying stuff on. It was better than old times. Marcie, if you’re reading this. A…… tried on the coat I got in New York with you. It was too big for her and the color was wrong but that coat is still great looking.
So the big news is that my middle sister is actually divorcing her weirdo husband. And their church has banned her from playing cello. She was designing a pamphlet for them,too, working on the board to come up with advertising. She is not to attend church there again.
This was the first year my youngest sister has done Thanksgiving. The soon-to-be divorced sister walked her through it and we all had a great time. We had none of my children and none of hers. The youngest never married. Her gay best friend was there, a guy I really like. So, besides my horrible mother, who actually was a riot she is getting so obnoxious, I liked everyone there, for the first time in 28 years. I drove home happy and full.
I have all kinds of cool stuff to tell you about but I gotta get some sleep.
Comments (14)
What beautiful family times… loved this entry! And I’m grateful for you, my dear. Your friend, Brenda xo
You and your daughters seem to have enjoyed each other’s company so much, I enjoyed reading this. I also longed for the time we three sisters spend with my parents in the summer holidays.
Snuggy sleep vibes to you!! Your Thanksgiving sounds wonderful!
i AM different. but i think thanksgiving is overrated, in a big way. every single thanksgiving story and movie is about family members and other strangers getting into arguments and feeling uncomfortable and making awkward conversation…i once told a family friend that i had converted to buddhism for a few days to give it a shot, and she left the dinner table saying she couldn’t finish her dinner seated next to a pagan.
and i don’t really have a family anymore anyway, so there’s that…
i think lobster is overrated as well. i mean, it’s a lot of work, not very filling, and ridiculously expensive for something you have bring your inner beast out to eat…and then you still have to dip it in butter…i mean, you need a BIB for god’s sake! you order lobster and immediately turn into a two year old. maybe that’s the appeal, i don’t know, but come on…
Hello, fellow Taoism group member,
I so enjoyed reading your blog, I was unable to spend Thanksgiving with my daughters (3) this year. Though we talk almost every day, we are all busy creating and living our own lives. I will spend Christmas and New Years with my youngest in Main, and then come back through Kansas and visit my other two daughters and son-in-laws on my way back to Taos. We all have blogs so that we can peek into each other’s days and stay close. But I created the Ashes_2_Ashes_Words_2_Words blog for myself;.a quiet place; a home blog away from home.
My younger sister (just one of four sisters out of 11 siblings) is also separated, and trying to muster up the courage to divorce her deeply wounded alcoholic husband; a very difficult time for her, she has withdrawn from the family. I miss her. But we all must walk our own walk.
Anyway it was good to see other people my age with blogs…I was beginning to think I was the only one in a ocean of 20 year olds…Though delightful in there own ways, it is wonderful to read grownup stories and Mother-daughter stories such as yours. Thank you! Liz
PS: Congratulations on your house. I am just getting ready for my move to Taos, NM, where I hope to buy a home in the near future.
You sound so darned up I can’t stand it Pru,,,no really the girls just make you come alive, you can hear it in all that you write. And you with the sisters and mom, wow, what a day. Glad you updated as you always have something neat to read. Marilyn
I love the sister stories. I only have one sister, and though we usually have different tastes, we wear almost the same size in clothes and the same size in shoes, so the few things we agree on sometimes mysteriously disappear from each other’s places. We also steal clothes from my mom. Mama has tiny feet ::tries to come up with an affectionate but biting slur for her… to no avail:: so all I can do is admire her choices. We missed you!
Happiness runs, happiness runs!
“”"”"So the big news is that my middle sister is actually divorcing her weirdo husband. And their church has banned her from playing cello. She was designing a pamphlet for them,too, working on the board to come up with advertising. She is not to attend church there again. “”"”
I find this so stupid. I know some religions do this but I wonder what they do to someone who commits a felony, a robbery, a . . . . What about the verse that goes like this — let the first who is without sin cast the first stone?
what church does she go to that bans you?
what church does she go to that bans you? Sounds like a good time btw.
when i read this, i got a big smile on my face!
Hahaha I can just see the three of them with their sunglasses. I wanna know what that coat’s like.
Good things it sounds like:)