a night with my aunt

I intended to come home and write some blogs since I haven't written in a long time and Sojourness told me she misses my writing. Instead, I stopped by my aunt's after work.

I am currently having a spat with Boyfriend, who is the cook in the relationship, hence I was hoping Aunt would feed me. We have a weird relationship now, at least from my perspective. When I was a child, I didn't think she was particulary fond of me. Now that we're all older, and her daughter turned into a spoiled brat, I think she appreciates my good manners. Oh and yes, she fed me. She also started giving me advice on life - unsolicited, of course, but amusing and I guess it is appreciated since she means well.

She surprised me when she reminded me that she is 62 years old. She looks 41 on a bad day. She hopes that I find a good man, like those men from back in the day. To paraphrase: if someone had bumped into me, David, oh what a handsome man he was. I wonder where he is now. David would've at the very least given that person an intimidating look to make sure that he or she knew that bumping me was not permissible.

She offered me wine with dinner. This was very unusual. We grew up with no alcohol in our house except for sips during Christimas time and New Year's. We certainly never brought it out to accompany dinnertime. "Aren't we classy,?" I quipped.

"Now Nomad, you know I'm no alcoholic. I dont drink it when I'm depressed. As a matter of fact, I avoid it if I feel bad because I don't want to become dependent on it. I am 62 years old, I know these things. Wine is good for my heart, it cuts fat. Would you like some? "

Yes, Auntie.