I was so glad that it was just my sister, niece, mother and me at dinner last Monday. I have no idea where by brother-in-law went off to, but it really was nice not having him there for a change. He has such an "in your face" presence, that it's just nice to get a break from him. When he's there, he talks about himself incessantly, and completely dominates the conversation. Guy's like him can be so clueless. Everyone in the room, can be sending out signals, that any fool should be able to pick up on, that no one is interested in their lame jokes, and man stories, but do you think he ever picks up on it? Nope! Not at all! Just as clueless as a halfwit!
Of course as females, we simply sit there and try to humor him, because although telling him to simply STFU! would be so very satisfying, it wouldn't be very ladylike! When it comes to dealing with the consummate male boor, being female, means being long-suffering!
Men! Is it any wonder that we have such a hard time relating to those, whom we share a commonality of chromosomes with? At some time in the womb, we had to have been touched by a divine hand, saving us from a life of cluelesness! So sad that it takes so many of us so long to embrace that blessing, and come to terms with it.
I went to the grocery store today. The temperature was down into the 80's after many days of upper 90's, and quite a few days of over 100 this month. In fact we have set a new record so far this summer, with 10 days so far over 100°F/37.77°C. I was feeling very lazy today, so I got a way too late start, and didn't get showered and off to the store, until the after work crowd got there, so I spent my time in the store dodging errant shopper's and their meandering carts.
With all of my groceries packed into 59 tiny little white plastic bags, I made my way out into the paring lot. Of course I'm being facetious when I say 59 bags, but twenty nine was not far off the mark! And of course I had to completely repack them.......as always! Five very beautiful vine-ripe tomatoes, buried under a bag full of heavier items, and a bag with two loaves of fresh bread, half buried as well! Where do they get these grocery clerks from? Is common sense no longer an innate human quality?
Back at home, with all groceries put away, a lovely supper was made, of fresh mixed greens, carrots, broccoli, cucumbers, and tomatoes (luckily salvage before they were crushed), with Italian dressing, lasagna, and some Burgundy!
All is good, here in the Virginia Piedmont!
And now, picture yourself in a cozy little Italian restaurant in New Jersey. Tony Soprano, Silvio Dante and Paulie Walnuts walk in, and sit down at the table next to you. Suddenly, Jerry Vale comes on the juke box. You take it all in, and simply wish that at least for that brief moment, you too were Italian!