fix for supper when Himself is busy entertaining Brazilians at the Millhouse, and everyone has been stuffing themselves with popcorn and vienna sausages all afternoon and you’re still burping the hummus from lunch?
I’d like something delicious. Really, like..um…those little marinated mozz balls from the deli counter at the Bi-Lo. Or maybe something Anthony Bourdain ate last time he was in Sri Lanka. Or even some Vandy’s fried chicken, tho I need fried chicken like I need another hole in my head. oh I know, Vandy’s is a barbeque place but they do good fried chicken, too.
I think, what I really want, is for life to be really fair, because Terry is tired of entertaining Brazilians and eating supper at Emma’s and the Millhouse, and I’m tired of eating at home, yet George wants Terry to entertain Brazilians and not me. Let me rephrase that…George wants Terry and not me to entertain…whatever.
Terry’s probably going to have to entertain tomorrow night as well, and a couple or 3 nights next week. It’s easy for me to think “lucky sod, he gets to eat out” but then I guess it’s all a perspective thing. He’d just as soon come home at 5, put on his jammie pants and kick back with a drink and a homemade meal. I’d just as soon put on a skirt and let someone else do the cooking and cleanup. I even take a shower at least
every other week every other day every day so I’ll be ready Just In Case the Brazilians (or Germans, or Chinese, or Brits) wonder why Terry’s sweet wife and her scintillating conversation with her charming Southern accent isn’t joining them for dinner at Emma’s. Well, like that will ever happen, never has, probably never will. But it never hurts to be prepared. Just In Case.
If you had asked 20 years ago if we thought Terry would ever be in a position to promote international relations, I’d have laughed. Our Doo-Hick selves, barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. Now here he is, International Man of…whatever…traveling all over the place and introducing the Gospel of Shrimp and Grits. At least I’m not pregnant, tho still barefoot and frequently in the kitchen. Poor fella. Someone run to Nikko’s and get me a coupla sushi rolls.
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Last Wednesday Will brought AstroGirl for supper, and we made plans to make it a Wednesday event, since Will has that day off and AG doesn’t have early classes Thursday. Will and Terry wandered off to the living room to talk, leaving AG and me in the dining room, where we talked. Girl stuff, mainly, just chit chatty friendly stuff. I like her. She’s smart, witty and sensible. I worry some that she’s going to wake up one morning and find Will’s lack of ambition irritating, and go find someone else. I keep hoping Will wakes up one morning and figures out that he’d better get on the ball and work toward a future involving more than managing a small theater in East Bumfart, Georgia. On the other hand, I kind of hope that she’s ambitious enough to want a career, and would be happy to have a house-husband. Will would make a good one, he’s organized, a great cook, and could use it as a reason to write The Great American Novel.
I don’t know. When I was Will’s age I was married and pregnant, working 2 jobs, helping Terry finish college. It’s not for everyone.
Thing is, she and I enjoyed the talk. She revealed that she really didn’t have anyone to indulge in ‘girl talk’ with, and that she liked it too. I am considering taking her to lunch Thursday, because I like her, and I like spending time with her. On the other hand, she’s Will’s girlfriend, not mine. On the other hand, if she likes the family maybe it would guide her toward the idea of a long-term (dare I say, even permanent) relationship with Will and the rest of us.
There are still things I don’t know about her. I don’t know what direction her faith lies. I believe EVERYONE has a faith. Maybe it’s not in Jesus Christ as Lord And Savior, but there is something that everyone believes in. Maybe it’s themselves, maybe it’s nature or the Flying Spaghetti Monster…but everyone believes something that guides their behavior and beliefs. Will claims to be an athiest, but I’m not sure I believe that. He was deeply hurt by the Church in his teens, and I understand his desire to distance himself from that. I think his faith isn’t in organized religion, but I do think he believes in a loving and guiding God, based on what he says and how he lives his life.
I don’t know what she feels about having kids, or what direction she wants to take her life. I’m not sure I know what Will feels about such things.
I’m not going to grill her, when I do eventually take her to lunch, but it would be nice to know what she thinks.