dropping like...you know.
tonight i herbalized with my brother and he told me i'm exactly like our father's mother, our nan. picture this.
nanny and peepaw were a severely mismatched couple. after 50 years of marriage they would spend their days ignoring each other and their evenings drifting in and out of nasty arguments, peppered with demented verbal abuse. when he died two years ago, she remained with my aunt, until she started crying every time we would take her home after a visit. so my parents built a room in the basement for my brother, and nan moved in. she now mainly sits in a chair in her room. she appears every few hours to make random comments about nothing in between screaming about doors being open. then she trips over one of the dogs.
this is not a woman i am comfortable being compared to.
i tried not to let this outrageous assertion ruin the session. once the piece was cashed, we noticed a fly on the table, struggling to fly. we put it out of its misery and brushed it to the floor with a peter frampton cd case (an act worthy of the chair). then we noticed another. and another. our eyes were then led to the ceiling a mere foot above our heads. there were at least 12 - 15 flys clinging to the tile for dear life, their tiny wings failing. now and then one would drop. right above our heads. are you getting this?
I didn't know you could get flies high. It was a Special Moment.
nanny and peepaw were a severely mismatched couple. after 50 years of marriage they would spend their days ignoring each other and their evenings drifting in and out of nasty arguments, peppered with demented verbal abuse. when he died two years ago, she remained with my aunt, until she started crying every time we would take her home after a visit. so my parents built a room in the basement for my brother, and nan moved in. she now mainly sits in a chair in her room. she appears every few hours to make random comments about nothing in between screaming about doors being open. then she trips over one of the dogs.
this is not a woman i am comfortable being compared to.
i tried not to let this outrageous assertion ruin the session. once the piece was cashed, we noticed a fly on the table, struggling to fly. we put it out of its misery and brushed it to the floor with a peter frampton cd case (an act worthy of the chair). then we noticed another. and another. our eyes were then led to the ceiling a mere foot above our heads. there were at least 12 - 15 flys clinging to the tile for dear life, their tiny wings failing. now and then one would drop. right above our heads. are you getting this?
I didn't know you could get flies high. It was a Special Moment.
posted by Bobulah at 10:40 PM
1 Comments:
Obviously you were higher than Paula Abdul when you wrote this, lovie, but it's compelling and evocative just the same.
Now you know what it's like to be compared to someone for unknown reasons! Ha! :)
If your brother is too obtuse to accurate describe the quality that reminds him of Nan, ask another relative for a better assessment.
Oh, and for the record, I am MUCH more fabulous than Linda Perry, even on my worse day. harumph!
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