The couple I’ve known for 47 years arrived in town , Saturday, to a time-share condo. She called yesterday and I suggested we go out for Chinese Food. (I didn’t want to cook….it cuts visiting time). My treat. They brought their 42 year old daughter who is a crack addict, off it just for 2 weeks, and she smokes. I expected them at 5:30 and I would meet them downstairs and we would walk to the restaurant.
Surprise! What I hate….my buzzer rang at 4:00 and there they were early for a visit. This annoyed me also because I hadn’t aired out the apt. for her allergy to smoke, but all went okay. The daughter knocked the lamp and all the knick-knacks from the one end table--no problem. I just wanted to get a picture of her and my batteries were dead. We laughed!
The couple had settled in with 7 photo albums I had sitting out, while looking for a box to send to my Daughter. They really enjoyed them, then their Daughter and I got on the computer and were looking for her hotmail and I showed her a few more things so she and I were getting along and this was the big break because it is so difficult to talk with her parents I feel I always have to keep the conversation going, but with daughter present we all had a great time here, while going to restaurant, while eating and she and I went outside for a smoke together, while here and at the restaurant. They were quite surprised to see all the old pictures of them in the albums…even the very first one of their 2 daughters in matching dresses and just past toddler stage,
I chatted well with her about crack, no preaching…not my place…. her ex-boyfriend, her ex-marriage, not her kid though. (I had put my cell phone in my purse, expecting she could tell me what I have on it, and as usual forgot about it.)
We walked back as their car was here and hung around at the door and I remembered my cell phone, so the daughter says, “Hey you got a camera. Want me to take a picture?” and she took 2 pictures. She and I fiddled around with it and finally after more chatting all of us made plans to meet again on Saturday when they pass through on their way home….to be firmed up what we do.
Now what I find strange, yet not, is that I related to/could talk to the daughter better than them. They have been married since 1962 (46 years) and as they aged they have become more dull. He is a ‘reformed’ alcoholic, some 35 years I think and maybe that’s when their fun stopped.
Anyway, as well I was happy to be home alone again, and again today onward and “what I wonder if it is anxiety” about Saturday is in the background, like “Will we have fun again?”
What did you get from this small tale? About me?