Every summer my cousin usually flies in the second half of July to spend two glorious weeks learning how to be poor white trash. She is from California where they are sophisticated, drink out of glasses other than jelly jars and use napkins. She finds us a novelty, at least I'd like to think so because we are simple people without a lot of thrills. I like to pretend I have a lot of thrills and whims and proper manners but let's just be real, I am a gross, bare-footed redneck that likes cheap wine. And after that admission, I feel I am whole again! :)
In my neck of the woods (read: poor, trashy suburbs filled with mouth breathers), we tend to do things very simply. I have THE tiniest yard known to man and it's so ridiculous that my front yard is really my back yard because some horrible hick thought it would be a great idea to chuck the whole planning process out the window. I love the fact that the yard is small and easy to care for but there is zero privacy. Any time that you are out in the yard, be expected to chat with anyone going down the street and wave at every freaking firefighter that happens to be making their way down to the station. We live that close to the station that my husband has walked to fire calls and beat half the other's on to the truck.
Regardless of my postage stamp sized yard and lack of privacy, we still do have a good time. Heck, when my Cuz, we usually live in the back yard having bonfires and grilling food out of doors. I think it's a welcomed relief from being stuck in the air conditioning (I know, wha-wha... first world problems) and being able to do what people were made to do: move and drink cheap wine!
This year has flown by way to fast and with that has come the horrible realization that she is no longer just a student, but is now a bill paying adult who has "The Man" hounding her down telling her to pay up. This year, The Cuz had to stay in California and pay bills. I am so sad, crushed and forlorn that I cannot complete sentences or punctuate correctly. It's like half of my soul is stuck and doesn't know what to do about it. I am mopey, melancholy and a whole host of other words that mean depressed. I believe I feel exactly how Ernest Hemingway felt being stuck up in the Seney Stretch of the U.P. I could write a book about just my feelings and how much I don't want to do anything because I need to see my cousin. :\
I don't know how, or even when for that matter, but I am determined to fly out for the weekend to California to see my beloved cousin. She is this beautiful, Amazonian with a beautiful smile and a great sense of humor who always makes me feel better when I can't reach the top shelf on the spice cabinet. I haven't seen certain spices since last summer and I was really hoping she'd get those down for me this year.... I guess I will have to go get a chair and precariously balance myself on it to find my own spices or use the grill tongs again... Le Sigh......
Super sad and drinking cheap Pinot,
Le Suzs
In my neck of the woods (read: poor, trashy suburbs filled with mouth breathers), we tend to do things very simply. I have THE tiniest yard known to man and it's so ridiculous that my front yard is really my back yard because some horrible hick thought it would be a great idea to chuck the whole planning process out the window. I love the fact that the yard is small and easy to care for but there is zero privacy. Any time that you are out in the yard, be expected to chat with anyone going down the street and wave at every freaking firefighter that happens to be making their way down to the station. We live that close to the station that my husband has walked to fire calls and beat half the other's on to the truck.
Regardless of my postage stamp sized yard and lack of privacy, we still do have a good time. Heck, when my Cuz, we usually live in the back yard having bonfires and grilling food out of doors. I think it's a welcomed relief from being stuck in the air conditioning (I know, wha-wha... first world problems) and being able to do what people were made to do: move and drink cheap wine!
This year has flown by way to fast and with that has come the horrible realization that she is no longer just a student, but is now a bill paying adult who has "The Man" hounding her down telling her to pay up. This year, The Cuz had to stay in California and pay bills. I am so sad, crushed and forlorn that I cannot complete sentences or punctuate correctly. It's like half of my soul is stuck and doesn't know what to do about it. I am mopey, melancholy and a whole host of other words that mean depressed. I believe I feel exactly how Ernest Hemingway felt being stuck up in the Seney Stretch of the U.P. I could write a book about just my feelings and how much I don't want to do anything because I need to see my cousin. :\
I don't know how, or even when for that matter, but I am determined to fly out for the weekend to California to see my beloved cousin. She is this beautiful, Amazonian with a beautiful smile and a great sense of humor who always makes me feel better when I can't reach the top shelf on the spice cabinet. I haven't seen certain spices since last summer and I was really hoping she'd get those down for me this year.... I guess I will have to go get a chair and precariously balance myself on it to find my own spices or use the grill tongs again... Le Sigh......
Super sad and drinking cheap Pinot,
Le Suzs
LOL You are adorable! :) Cute story.
ReplyDeleteLa Step momma! :)~ XOX