Crystal goes to see Mum and Dad.
October 30th 2007 11:45
Dining room table set for dinner
I thought it was time to go and see the family and fill them in on all my news. Mum seemed a little distant when I rang, and said, "it's been a while, Crystal"
"Oh, Mum, only about three weeks".
I could hear Dad in the background saying "oh, don't go on, Mary and then Mum said, with a catch in her throat. 'We'd love to see you, dear". I felt quite awful really, you know how it is.
Well, when I got there Mum had done her usual trick of having everything spic and span and beautifully prepared and ready, right on time, of course.
We sat down to eat and I told them all about the cat and the cat run and Bob and Steve.
Dad cleared his throat when I spoke of Bob and mum raised an eyebrow in question. They said everything sounded wonderful and I must be feeling pleased.
Then, of course, Mum asked her usual question as to what I'd done when I had Steve over and, as anticipated, she looked quite shocked when I said we'd sent out for dinner.
Then came the barrage of questions about Steve, most of which I could not answer and I realised that despite the fact I worked with him, I did not know much about him at all.
Well, Crystal, Dad said, you know what I think, you're just not like the others, you've always been so bright I don't suppose most men would want you really, especially not with your housewifery skills.
I really did have VERY OLD-FASHIONED PARENTS as you've probably guessed by now.
Mum, said Oh, Frank, and looked quite crestfallen.
Dad, I'm not yet thirty, you know.
Like I said, you're just not the marrying kind.
Frank, Crystal is just as normal as other girls her age, just a little socially backward that's all. My parents were also very forthright in their views.
Well, dinner was nice, Mum did everything well and I could see I was not going to measure up in that department very well at all.
After dinner, we settled for more of the same conversation and with some relief I launched forward into my story about Tinkerbelle. Well, the name didn't go over very well, they had never heard of a cat called anything like that before.
What's wrong with kitty or felix or whiskers, something easy.
Well Mum, she's a girl so Felix would hardly do.
Mum then started on her pet topic, the canary, who had been off her food for a couple of days and not singing much at all, but now she was fine and her whistle was as good as ever.
So guess what the bird's name is, well, no, not canary, but almost that bad, "Whistler"
Whistler - the Canary
The rest of the evening passed easily enough with talk of the neighbours and relatives and grandchildren and the garden and their next holiday plans.
Then came the big question?
When are you going to have us over to meet kitty (Tinkerbelle had been forgotten already) and see the run and meet Steve, of course.
Oh,no, not Steve, over my dead body I thought to myself, next thing dad would be asking him his intentions and I hardly even knew the guy.
I changed the subject, well almost did, talking of the nice trip I'd had to the country. But deterred they were not.
He sounds quite nice dear, you could do a lot worse. With that the evening came to an end.
I loved my parents and their home, but oh, come on!
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your Dad sounds really nice but jeez louise...are we in the 60's.....like maybe Steve can cook....... you are a modern woman!!!!!!! not an unmarriable woman BIG DIFFERENCE
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Thanks for your extra input Louie, there is a lot of room for individual differences, we don't want to all be the same.
And I love my parents and I'm used to them so I don't take much notice of the negative bits.
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I admire that you do not take too much notice of the negative parts of seeing your parents. I'm struggling with that and have done for a long time.
My parents are lovely people who love me very much, but they can communicate disapproval in many ways, some overt, some as subtle as a look or a pause. I hope to reach your stage and appreciated reading your story.
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