Wondering how I can have all these glorious weekend plans and not have my mother around? Well, that's because she's going to Nebraska with the neighbor she's "not" dating. The last month she has been only coming home from work long enough to change clothes and then she is at his house until midnight or 2am, depending on whether she is working or not the next day. He brings her flowers when he picks her up for dinner and gave her an orchid when he made a full meal for them a week ago. They're not dating. They both very awkwardly insist this, which makes it awkward. Awesome.
So last Thanksgiving we lost our dogs and never got them back. Toss up whether someone dognapped them or illegal hunters shot them. I don't really believe they ran off to a nice happy family, because I can remember getting out of the shower that morning and feeling like something was wrong and different from other mornings they'd left the yard. Usually I would just go to work and know they'd be back once the dewy morning wore off, but like I said it was different and I saw the sneaky beagle that they ran with looking bewildered and really jumpy when I called to him. Beagle knows what happened... he saw things, but I digress.
So anyhow, we spent Thanksgiving morning asking neighbors if they'd seen the dogs. We live in the country btw, so neighbors means covering a couple miles really and lots of fields and woods in between. My mother commented on how she wished she knew our neighbors better... awkwardly find out on this trip that our street is full of widows and widowers. Karl's wife found a lump in her breast and was gone two or three weeks later. Lady on the hill's husband died due to cancer in October- we just thought it odd that they didn't have their normal watermelon party in August. Then the guy on the corner's wife died from a drunk driver went off the bridge above them on 71 highway and falling onto their car. Crazy. With my mom included, that is 4 of the 6 people who live in our street area that are widowed.
Fast forward to the end of July 2012. She keeps harping on not being as close to our neighbors for the last several months. I tell her to just go talk to them. I know most of them because they had kids or grandkids in school with me that I use to ride the bus with in early high school. Country bus routes are about 2.5 to 3 hours long, so you make friends when you're at the end of the route. So she recently learned how I make chicken enchiladas and made some and took them over. Stayed for about 4 hours. He has alpacas... I will post pics of them eventually.... along with other things.
I don't care that she spends a lot of time with him. I like it actually, but I hate being talked to about it. Their talks are what makes things awkward. I'm not much of a "feelings front and center" kind of girl. I mull a lot more and decide how I feel about things like this. If I had a problem, I'd let you know, otherwise the forced convos are just uncomfortable. Like your parents wanting to have "The Talk". No matter when that happens, it's awkward and not what you want to discuss with them, lol. Shiver
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