Meet the Parents
Oct. 26th, 2004 11:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talyenI met Catherine's father and his wife this past weekend. It was really intense. They arrived around 4pm on Saturday, and left by noon on Sunday, and yet I got a migraine from that small amount of contact.
When Catherine said she really only sees her father every couple years, I was very glad. Now I think meeting her mom was easy.
So we took her dad and his wife for lots of walks. The Arb was really pretty, even though it rained, and it was really fun walking around downtown. Odd, though. I mean, walking around downtown, we didn't really see anything - we walked. We didn't window shop, we didn't look at the buildings, the people, the shops, or anything. We just walked and had our two separate conversations: Catherine with her father, me with her father's wife (again, I get relegated to the "spouses," but I really liked her dad's wife, so that was good).
And we didn't really comment about the Arb much, either. Catherine and I are trying to identify trees, and although we hadn't brought our tree identification book with us, we did manage to identify some of them based on what we remember. But it seemed (in my memory, anyway) to be mostly two conversations as we walked in the rain around the Arb Saturday afternoon.
Dinnertime conversation in this family is where everything happens. Now I know. So the probing and questioning happened at dinner Sunday night. And not just, "What do you do for a living?" and "What are your intentions with my daughter?" either.
I'm looking forward to a nice, quiet Thanksgiving in upstate New York this year. Relaxed. Lots of pies. Visiting, quiet walks, crisp weather, no sun. And hopefully no more quizzes!
When Catherine said she really only sees her father every couple years, I was very glad. Now I think meeting her mom was easy.
So we took her dad and his wife for lots of walks. The Arb was really pretty, even though it rained, and it was really fun walking around downtown. Odd, though. I mean, walking around downtown, we didn't really see anything - we walked. We didn't window shop, we didn't look at the buildings, the people, the shops, or anything. We just walked and had our two separate conversations: Catherine with her father, me with her father's wife (again, I get relegated to the "spouses," but I really liked her dad's wife, so that was good).
And we didn't really comment about the Arb much, either. Catherine and I are trying to identify trees, and although we hadn't brought our tree identification book with us, we did manage to identify some of them based on what we remember. But it seemed (in my memory, anyway) to be mostly two conversations as we walked in the rain around the Arb Saturday afternoon.
Dinnertime conversation in this family is where everything happens. Now I know. So the probing and questioning happened at dinner Sunday night. And not just, "What do you do for a living?" and "What are your intentions with my daughter?" either.
I'm looking forward to a nice, quiet Thanksgiving in upstate New York this year. Relaxed. Lots of pies. Visiting, quiet walks, crisp weather, no sun. And hopefully no more quizzes!
