It is 10:30am, the house is quiet. The MIL is still asleep and I can imagine that I am alone, and that the summer is just beginning and that it will be a good one. It is a lovely morning, made more lovely by not having to make conversation with someone who has no conversation. It has been too long a summer. Summers are meant to fly by, to be exciting and satisfying enough to get us through the winter months. I don't feel energized. I feel depleted, heading into my most difficult season. It will be cold here before she leaves. She will have sucked the life and energy out of the nicest part of Ohio's weather and I am angry. I am tired of sleeping on the couch. I am tired of cleaning up cat piss from the bedroom carpeting downstairs and not being able to fix the situation because there is no room to move furniture out. Five weeks to go. One of those weeks will be spent at my parent's house taking care of their animals. Starting Saturday, they will be gone for five days. So, really, three weeks. That's not so bad is it?
Oh god, she's up. Time to retreat to the back porch. We went out to eat last night and it was torture. She has no conversation, and has to repeat everything said back to us a couple of times before she gets it. It is an effective conversation killer. Same way with dinner and a movie the night before. Saw Becoming Jane, but couldn't get into it with her sitting on the other side of my husband like a black crow. I really don't understand - very rarely she says something brilliant and witty and I realize there must be some intelligence under that dull facade. And she becomes very animated when talking baseball stats and hands from her computer bridge game to my husband. But most of the time you'd think she was dumb as a post and I don't know how to bring out the intelligence. It is difficult enough for me to make conversation with someone I have things in common with. I have never met someone I have less in common with than my MIL, in interests, in life views, in temperament and in our philosophy of life. Three very long weeks to go.
Monday, August 27, 2007
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