So I just posted about my cousin who is a survivor of breast cancer, right? Well, anyways. This particular cousin has started a tradition of having a BBQ on Mothers' Day, in the late afternoon. This means that everyone gets Mothers' Day-ed before it all starts. So nobody has a reason to complain. This is going to get important in a moment.
I received an e-mail from Cousin, notifying us of this year's barbecue. We accepted with pleasure, particularly as I have not seen Cousin since her dx. Cousin was hoping that Mom would attend, since she did not attend the last one. So anyways, I called up Mom. The conversation went something like this:
Me: So Cousin is having her BBQ.
Mom: Oh no!
Me: Well, we're going.
Mom: (something noncommittal involving a lot of eyerolling- how dare we want to socialize!)
Me: Mother, I have not seen Cousin since her dx. We are going.
That got Mother to see sense, though there's no way she'll go. Mother just doesn't want to socialize. OK, fine, whatever. To each their own. (And someone please tell Grendel that too, but I digress.) But then, she can't get it through her skull that other people might actually want to see their relatives/friends? Moreover, Mr. Samoa and I had best make sure that SOMEONE in the younger generation can at least recognize us in a lineup, since we have no kids and the Samoa side of the family is not exactly a beacon of functionality and brightness. Aaargh.
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