Well,
Grandma behaved herself. She didn’t actively pry … it was more
of the Chinese water torture approach this time. The
uncomfortable silence … the sound of the clock ticking … suddenly I
find myself spilling stuff without her even asking for it. How
did that happen?
Anyway, she now thinks I’m getting married. Let’s see if you come
to the same conclusion … here’s exactly what I said:
“I don’t know, Grandma. We are working on figuring out what’s
going on between us, and when we come to any kind of conclusion, we’ll
let everyone know.”
Grandma: “That’s great news! I’m so glad for you! I can’t wait to have a great grandbaby!”
Huh? Whatever. I didn’t set the record straight because it
wasn’t something I even wanted to discuss in the first place.
Other
than that, the conversation wasn’t really so terrible. What was
truly a challenge was the lunch … everything that makes me gag all
artfully arranged on a plate. I absolutely, positively cannot
stomach mayonnaise … can’t even wash dishes that have been tainted by
mayo without wanting to upchuck. So you need to appreciate the
fact that I ate not only a sandwich slathered with mayo but also potato
salad, my worst nightmare and then some. I still don’t know how I
did it. I did manage to dodge the beets, however, because they
were on a relish tray rather than directly on my plate. Whew!
Tomorrow I am taking a couple of students to see our local
Mission. The California Missions are a pretty big deal here,
especially in fourth grade. One of my students is moving to
Maine, so I want to give here a little bit of California history before
she goes since she won’t be here for fourth grade. Hopefully it
won’t be scorching hot while we’re there. If so, we’ll cut the
trip short and head straight to lunch. I’m not sure where we’re
going, but I’m actually contemplating Hometown Buffet. And again
I say, “Gag!” But, Hometown Buffet is every kid’s dream come
true, so I may succumb. We’ll see how agreeable I’m feeling
tomorrow. 
Poisoned by Fairy Tales 
LOL…your grandma and my grandma must be cocktail buddies . But I spend nearly every day with her! Thankfully, I’ve kept my relationship private from her – she hardly knows I’m seeing someone. Otherwise, she would have driven me insane by this point, wondering when “the big day” is. You’re so good to your students! I wish Faith had a teacher who is as involved as you are. We need more teachers like you in the world!
hoping you have a mayo-free lunch, wherever you go to eat. The way you feel about eating that emulsified egg/vinegar/oil combo sounds almost as torturous as that conversation with your grandma.
You are such an awesome teacher! As for the grandma…it must be a gene that kicks in when they have grandchildren to pry, make assumptions and basically drive us all a bit batty! Well done on getting through the lunch.
My grandma has made some really crazy comments since I had my divorce. She told me once that men probably don’t really care what we look like once the lights were off. I about had a stroke right there! I thought who is this woman? Hope the rest of your summer goes well!
Isn’t it odd and funny how your own family can be so completely clueless about who you really are? It always amazes me when I come across this stuff yet it happens to almost everyone I know and it happens to me and Bear. I remembered something about my favorite teacher. And guess what? She taught me in third grade! She let me spend the night at her house and her kids took me horseback riding. And that night we had sloppy joes for dinner and I took a bubble bath before bed. No wonder she was my favorite teacher, what a terrific lady. Her name was Mrs. Chidester. So just in case you ever think that the extra time you spend with these kids is forgotten or a waste of time I’m here to tell you it’s not, it all counts and it makes an impact.