Monday, July 25, 2005
Carol's Family
My husband, son and I spent our Sunday with our sister-in-law and her family. I always feel like such a fish out of water with them. That is my husband's oldest brother's wife. Ed is the "normal" one in my husband's family. The non-alcoholic brother married the near saintly Carol and her intensely close-knit Italian family. Carol is one of those people you would love to hate but you just can't because she is so damn nice. Her whole family is so damn nice. When they see you they hug and kiss your like they really mean it because they do really mean it.
My husband's family is descended from disgruntled Puritans who came to New England in 1600 something or other. Me, I come from a long line of non-demonstrative and slightly self-loathing prairie Lutherans. Although my family was clubbing each other in what is now Germany while my husband's family was, oh I don't know burning witches here in the United States, my temperament fit perfectly with them. We don't hug, we don't kiss and we don't feel a lot. That is we didn't until we all and I do mean all ended up in the rooms. Now we can feel as much as we want as long as we are in a room where the promises are on the wall and the coffee is in the cup.
To be continued... ¶ 7/25/2005 04:28:00 AM
My husband's family is descended from disgruntled Puritans who came to New England in 1600 something or other. Me, I come from a long line of non-demonstrative and slightly self-loathing prairie Lutherans. Although my family was clubbing each other in what is now Germany while my husband's family was, oh I don't know burning witches here in the United States, my temperament fit perfectly with them. We don't hug, we don't kiss and we don't feel a lot. That is we didn't until we all and I do mean all ended up in the rooms. Now we can feel as much as we want as long as we are in a room where the promises are on the wall and the coffee is in the cup.
To be continued... ¶ 7/25/2005 04:28:00 AM
